XXIIIHigh in the tree over Billy's head a little chipmunk whisked with a nut in his mouth. He selected a comfortable rocking branch, unfurled his tail for a wind shield at his back, and sat up to his supper table as it were with the nut in his two hands. Something unusual caught his attention as he was about to attack the nutshell, and he c****d his little striped head around, up, and down, and took in Billy. Then a squirrel smile overspread his furry face and a twinkle seemed to come in his eye. With a wink down toward Billy he went to work. c***k, c***k, c***k! The shell was open. c***k! And a large section fell, whirling spinning down, straight down. The squirrel paused in his nibbling and c****d an eye again with that mischievous twinkle as if he enjoyed the joke, watching the light bi
