Woodpile Man
 A blue jay flew over. Summer was ending. Chickaree climbed up an old apple tree and jumped on to the metal roof of the new wood shed and took a look at the world. The brook slid through tall green jewelweed. Pine trees hung with long brown pinecones that would taste so good in the winter. The man who made the shed piled up maple, oak, and hickory logs in neat rows. Chickaree filled the spaces between the logs with pinecones, hickory nuts, and acorns. Chickaree made a deep, soft bed for himself in the biggest space of all, where no one else would see him. If another creature, like a raccoon, came near the woodshed, Chickaree screeched out loud, “Chick-a-ree! Chick-a-ree! Go away! Go away!” When it was winter, the man came to get wood everyday, an armful at a time. He found lots of empty nutshells and pinecones. When he found uneaten nuts and pinecones, he tucked them back in for Chickaree. Chickaree scolded the man to scare him away, but the man just smiled. “There’s plenty of wood for me and plenty of food for you too, little red squirrel,” said the man. “I’m glad my new woodshed is your winter home!” The man’s children came out to play in the snow by the woodshed. They hoped to see the red squirrel that lived inside. Chickaree climbed onto the snowy roof and scolded the children at the top of his lungs, “Chick-a-ree! Chick-a-ree! Go Away! Go Away!” “Don’t worry!” the children called to the red squirrel. “We’re not after your food. We love your red fur! We love to hear you call out, Chick-a-ree! Chick-a-ree!’’  Comments04/29/2011 00:34
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