udder. And he peeped over the steep side of the dam and
gazed at the rocks below, where the water splashed into countless
drops.

Those rocks were a long way beneath him. But there was one thing about
Frisky Squirrel--he never was the least bit dizzy, or afraid, when he
looked down from high places. Perhaps there were too many other things
to be afraid of--such as coons and foxes--and dogs.

The miller's dog was drawing nearer now, because Frisky had stopped.
And the dog from the other side of the river was only about six jumps
away!

Frisky Squirrel didn't wait another instant. He jumped right down the
face of the dam. Where he had stood a moment before the two dogs came
together with a bump. Probably they would have started to fight, if
they had not been so interested in Frisky Squirrel. There they stood,
with their necks stretched out over the edge of the dam, watching
Frisky as he went rolling and tumbling down to the bed of the river.
And when they saw him pick himself up and go skipping from stone to
stone until he reached the shore and scampered away, they looked very
foolish indeed.

In fact, they felt foolish, too. And without saying one word they
turned about and each crept back to his own side of Swift River.

XIV

Mrs. Squirrel Has a Visitor

Fatty Coon was very hungry. And he stole along through the woods very
quietly, hoping to find something to eat. To his great joy, it was not
long before he discovered Mrs. Squirrel's home. He crept up to the
nest silently; for he hoped to catch Mrs. Squirrel and Frisky inside.
But Mrs. Squirrel and her son were both away.

Fatty was disappointed. But he made up his mind to go into the house
anyhow, to see what he could find there. So he pushed through the
narrow doorway. It was a tight squeeze; but Fatty managed to get
inside. And there he found a fine lot of beechnuts, which Mrs.
Squirrel had brought home and stored, in order to have something to
eat during the winter.

Fatty Coon just loved beechnuts. And he squatted down on the floor
and began to eat. He ate and ate until he was half-buried in
beechnut-shells. And he never stopped until he had finished the very
last beechnut. He wished there had been more, though you would think he
had had quite enough, for Fatty's sides bulged out so that he was
rounder than ever. He smiled as he thought of the surprise Mrs. Squirrel
would have when she came home and found her winter food all gone. And
then he s