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Oh, dear!" he sobbed, as he ran out on the branch of a tree and leaped across to the next tree, "I wish I had minded my own business! I wish I had kept my tongue still. Shadow the Weasel wouldn't have known where I was if he hadn't heard my voice. Oh, dear! oh, dear me! What can I do? What can I do?" OH DEAR HE SOBBED AS HE RAN OUT ON THE BRANCH OF A TREE AND LEAPED ACROSS TO THE NEXT TREE I WISH YOU HAD MINDED MY OWN BUSINESS I WISH I HAD KEPT MY TONGUE STILL SHOT THE WEASEL WOULDN'T HAVE KNOWN WHERE I WAS IF YOU HADN'T HEARD MY VOICE OH DEAR OH DEAR ME WHAT CAN I DO WHAT CAN I DO
ar in his heart, there has always been hope there, too. But Chatterer the Red Squirrel was running without hope. Yes, Sir, there was nothing but fear, terrible fear, in his heart, for he knew not where to go. The hollow tree or the holes in the old stone wall where he would be safe from any one else, even Farmer Brown's boy, offered him no safety now, for the one who was following him with hunger in his anger-red eyes could go anywhere that he could go--could go into any hole big enough for him to squeeze into. You see, it was Shadow the Weasel from whom Chatterer was running, and Shadow is so slim that he can slip in and out of places that even Chatterer cannot get through. Chatterer knew all this, and so, because it was of no use to run to his usual safe hiding places, he ran in just the other direction. He didn't know where he was going. He had just one thought: to run and run as long as he could and then, well, he would try to fight, though he knew it would be of no use. "Oh, dear!  ALWAYS REACHED IT SO WHEN HE HAS BEEN RUNNING WITH THE TERRIBLE FEAR IN HIS HEART THERE HAS ALWAYS BEEN HOPE THERE TOO BUT CHATTERER THE RED SQUIRREL WAS RUNNING WITHOUT HOPE YES SIR THERE WAS NOTHING BUT FEAR TERRIBLE FEAR IN HIS HEART FOR HE KNEW NOT WHERE TO GO THE HOLLOW TREE OR THE HOLLOWS IN THE OLD STONE WALL WHERE HE WOULD BE SAFE FROM ANY ONE ELSE EVEN FARMER BROWN'S BOY OFFERED HIM NO SAFETY NOW FOR THE ONE WHO WAS FOLLOWING HIM WITH HUNGER IN HIS ANGRY RED EYES COULD GO INTO ANY HOLE BIG ENOUGH FOR HIM TO SQUEEZE INTO YOU SEE IT WAS SHADOW THE WEASEL FROM WHOM CHATTERER WAS RUNNING AND SHADOW IS SO SLIM THAT HE CAN SLIP IN AND OUT OF PLACES THAT EVEN CHATTERER CANNOT GET THROUGH CHATTERER KNEW ALL THIS AND SO BECAUSE IT WAS NO USE TO RUN TO HIS USUAL SAFE HIDING PLACES HE RAN IN JUST THE OTHER DIRECTION HE DIDN'T KNOW WHERE HE WAS GOING HE HAD JUST ONE THOUGHT TO RUN AND RUN AS LONG AS HE COULD AND THEN WELL HE WOULD TRY TO FIGHT THOUGH HE KNEW IT WOULD BE OF NO USE OH DEAR
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