TOMMY TIT AND HAPPY JACK PAY A VISIT
As grows the mighty elm tree,
From just a tiny seed,
So often great things happen
From just a kindly deed.
Happy Jack.
Great things were happening to Happy
Jack Squirrel. He was actually on his way to
Farmer Brown’s house, and he had a feeling that
other things were likely to happen when he got there.
Now you may not think that it was anything very great
that Happy Jack should be on his way to Farmer Brown’s
house. Very likely you are saying, “Pooh!
that’s nothing!” This may be true, and
then again it may not. Suppose you do a little
supposing. Suppose you had all your life been
terribly afraid of a great giant fifty times bigger
than you. Suppose that great giant had stopped
hunting you and by little deeds of kindness had at
last won your love. Suppose you learned that
something was the matter with him, and you made up
your mind to visit him at his great castle where there
were other great giants whom you did not know.
Wouldn’t you think that great things were happening
to you?
Well, that is exactly the way it was
with Happy Jack Squirrel, as he and Tommy Tit the
Chickadee started to go over to Farmer Brown’s
house to look for Farmer Brown’s boy. Tommy
Tit had been there often, so he didn’t think
anything about it, but Happy Jack never had been there,
and if the truth were known, his heart was going pitapat,
pitapat, with excitement and perhaps just a little
fear. Through the Old Orchard they went, Tommy
Tit flitting ahead and keeping a sharp watch for danger.
When they reached the old stone wall on the edge of
Farmer Brown’s dooryard, Tommy told Happy Jack
to hide there while he went to see if the way was
clear. He was back in a few minutes.
“Dee, dee, everything is all
right,” said he. “Bowser the Hound
is eating; his breakfast out back where he can’t
see you at all, and Black Pussy is nowhere about.
All you have to do is to follow me over to that big
tree close to the house, and I will show you where
Farmer Brown’s boy is.”
“I—I’m afraid,” confessed
Happy Jack.
“Pooh! There’s nothing
to be afraid of,” asserted Tommy Tit in the most
positive way. “Don’t be a coward.
Remember how Farmer Brown’s boy saved you from
Shadow the Weasel. Come on! Dee, dee, dee,
come on!” With that Tommy flew across to the
tree close by the house.
Happy Jack scrambled up on the old
stone wall and looked this way and looked that way.
He couldn’t see a thing to be afraid of.
He jumped down and ran a few steps. Then his
heart failed, and he scampered back to the old stone
wall in a panic. After a few minutes he tried
again, and once more a foolish fear sent him back.
The third time he gritted his teeth, said to himself
over and over, “I will! I will! I will!”
and ran with all his might. In no time at all
he was across the dooryard and up in the big tree,
his heart pounding with excitement.
“Dee, dee, dee,” called Tommy Tit.
Happy Jack looked over to the house,
and there sat Tommy on a window-sill, helping himself
to the most delicious-looking cracked nuts. The
sight of them made Happy Jack’s mouth water.
A long branch hung down over the window and almost
touched the sill. Happy Jack ventured half way
and stopped. Somehow it seemed very dangerous
to go so close to that window.
“Come on! Come on! What are you afraid
of?” called Tommy.
Something like shame that such a little
fellow as Tommy Tit should dare to go where he did
not, crept into Happy Jack’s heart. With
a quick little run and jump he was on the sill, and
a second later he was staring in at all the strange
things inside. At first he didn’t see anything
of Farmer Brown’s boy, but in a few minutes he
made him out. He was lying down all covered over
except his head. There was something the
matter with him. Happy Jack didn’t need
to be told that, and a great pity filled his heart.
He wanted to do something for Farmer Brown’s
boy.