"
Happy Jack looked flattered. "That was very nice of him," said he. "Who
was it?"
"Guess," replied Sammy.
Happy Jack scratched his head thoughtfully. There were not many friends
in winter. Most of them were asleep or had gone to the far away
southland.
"Peter Rabbit," he ventured.
Sammy shook his head.
"Jimmy Skunk!"
Again Sammy shook his head.
"Jumper the Hare!"
"Guess again," said Sammy, chuckling.
"Little Joe Otter!"
"Wrong," replied Sammy.
"I give up. Who was it? Do tell me," begged Happy Jack.
"It was Shadow the Weasel!" cried Sammy, triumphantly.
Happy Jack dropped the nut he was just going to eat, and in place of
happiness something very like fear grew and grew in his eyes. "I--I
don't believe you," he stammered. "Farmer Brown's boy took him away and
put an end to him. I saw him take him."
"But you didn't see him put an end to Shadow," declared Sammy, "because
he didn't. He took him 'way up in the Old Pasture and let him go, and I
saw him up there yesterday. That's what comes of guessing at things.
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