Happy Jack didn't know anything about Unc' Billy Possum's troubles. He
supposed that Unc' Billy was safe at home in his own big hollow tree,
fast asleep, as he had been most of the winter. Happy Jack couldn't
understand how anybody could want to sleep such fine weather, but that
was their own business, and Happy Jack had learned a long time ago not
to worry about other people's business.
After frisking about he would stop to rest. Then he would sit up very
straight and fold his hands across his breast, where they would get
nice and warm in the fur of his coat. His beautiful, great gray tail
would be arched up over his back. His bright eyes would snap and
twinkle, and then he would shout just for joy, and every time he
shouted he jerked his big tail. Farmer Brown's boy called it barking,
but it was Happy Jack's way of shouting.
"I love to romp! I love to play!
I'm happy, happy, all the day!
I love the snow, so soft and white!
I love the sun that shines so bright!
I love the whole world, for, you see,
The world is very good to me!"
By and by Happy Jack came to the hollow tree that Farmer Brown's boy
had cut down because he thought that Unc' Billy Possum was inside of
it.
"Hello!" exclaimed Happy Jack. "That's one of the old storehouses of
my cousin, Chatterer the Red Squirrel! I've got an old storehouse near
here, and I guess I'll see if I have left any nuts in it.
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