The Great Big Treasury of Beatrix Potter

The Tale of Squirrel Nutkin

This is a Tale about a tail--a tail

that belonged to a little red squirrel,

and his name was Nutkin.

He had a brother called

Twinkleberry, and a great many

cousins: they lived in a wood at the

edge of a lake.

In the middle of the lake there is an

island covered with trees and nut

bushes; and amongst those trees

stands a hollow oak-tree, which is the

house of an owl who is called Old

Brown.

One autumn when the nuts were

ripe, and the leaves on the hazel

bushes were golden and green--

Nutkin and Twinkleberry and all the

other little squirrels came out of the

wood, and down to the edge of the

lake.

They made little rafts out of twigs,

and they paddled away over the

water to Owl Island to gather nuts.

Each squirrel had a little sack and a

large oar, and spread out his tail for a

sail.

They also took with them an

offering of three fat mice as a present

for Old Brown, and put them down

upon his door-step.

Then Twinkleberry and the other

little squirrels each made a low bow,

and said politely--

"Old Mr. Brown, will you

favour us with permission to

gather nuts upon your island?"

But Nutkin was excessively

impertinent in his manners. He

bobbed up and down like a little

red cherry, singing--

Now this riddle is as old as the hills;

Mr. Brown paid no attention whatever

to Nutkin.

He shut his eyes obstinately and

went to sleep.

The squirrels filled their little sacks

with nuts, and sailed away home in

the evening.

But next morning they all came

back again to Owl Island; and

Twinkleberry and the others brought

a fine fat mole, and laid it on the

stone in front of Old Brown's

doorway, and said--

"Mr. Brown, will you favour us with

your gracious permission to gather

some more nuts?"

But Nutkin, who had no respect,

began to dance up and down, tickling

old Mr. Brown with a nettle and

singing--

Mr. Brown woke up suddenly and

carried the mole into his house.

He shut the door in Nutkin's face.

Presently a little thread of blue smoke

from a wood fire came up from the

top of the tree, and Nutkin peeped

through the key-hole and sang--

The squirrels searched for nuts all

over the island and filled their little

sacks.

But Nutkin gathered oak-apples--

yellow and scarlet--and sat upon a

beech-stump playing marbles, and

watching the door of old Mr. Brown.

On the third day the squirrels got

up very early and went fishing; they

caught seven fat minnows as a

present for Old Brown.

They paddled over the lake and

landed under a crooked chestnut tree

on Owl Island.

Twinkleberry and six other little

squirrels each carried a fat minnow;

but Nutkin, who had no nice

manners, brought no present at all.

He ran in front, singing--

But old Mr. Brown took no interest

in riddles--not even when the answer

was provided for him.

On the fourth day the squirrels

brought a present of six fat beetles,

which were as good as plums in

plum-pudding for Old Brown. Each

beetle was wrapped up carefully in a

dockleaf, fastened with a pine-needle-

pin.

But Nutkin sang as rudely as ever--

Which was ridiculous of Nutkin,

because he had not got any ring to

give to Old Brown.

The other squirrels hunted up and

down the nut bushes; but Nutkin

gathered robin's pin-cushions off a

briar bush, and stuck them full of

pine-needle-pins.

On the fifth day the squirrels

brought a present of wild honey; it

was so sweet and sticky that they

licked their fingers as they put it down

upon the stone. They had stolen it out

of a bumble bees' nest on the tippity

top of the hill.

But Nutkin skipped up and down,

singing--

Old Mr. Brown turned up his eyes

in disgust at the impertinence of

Nutkin.

But he ate up the honey!

The squirrels filled their little sacks

with nuts.

But Nutkin sat upon a big flat rock,

and played ninepins with a crab apple

and green fir-cones.

On the sixth day, which was

Saturday, the squirrels came again for

the last time; they brought a new-laid

egg in a little rush basket as a last

parting present for Old Brown.

But Nutkin ran in front laughing,

and shouting--

Now old Mr. Brown took an interest

in eggs; he opened one eye and shut it

again. But still he did not speak.

Nutkin became more and more

impertinent--

Nutkin danced up and down like a

sunbeam; but still Old Brown said

nothing at all.

Nutkin began again--

Nutkin made a whirring noise to

sound like the wind, and he took a

running jump right onto the head of

Old Brown! . . .

Then all at once there was a

flutterment and a scufflement and a

loud "Squeak!"

The other squirrels scuttered away

into the bushes.

When they came back very

cautiously, peeping round the tree--

there was Old Brown sitting on his

door-step, quite still, with his eyes

closed, as if nothing had happened.

* * * * * * * *

But Nutkin was in his waistcoat pocket!

This looks like the end of the story;

but it isn't.

Old Brown carried Nutkin into his

house, and held him up by the tail,

intending to skin him; but Nutkin

pulled so very hard that his tail broke

in two, and he dashed up the

staircase, and escaped out of the attic

window.

And to this day, if you meet Nutkin

up a tree and ask him a riddle, he will

throw sticks at you, and stamp his

feet and scold, and shout--

"Cuck-cuck-cuck-cur-r-r-cuck-k!"