<h2><SPAN name="XXI" id="XXI"></SPAN>XXI</h2>
<h2>AT HOME IN THE WOODS</h2>
<p>Mrs. Woodchuck was not so sorry, after
all, that she had to leave her home in
the pasture. You see, she always moved
twice a year, anyhow. Every fall she
went into the woods to live; and every
spring she returned to Farmer Green’s
pasture. And every time that Mrs. Woodchuck
moved, she made a new house for
herself.</p>
<p>To be sure, there were plenty of chucks
that never went to all that trouble. They
were the lazy kind. They just hunted
around till they found an old, empty house
and then they moved in and made themselves
right at home. But that was not<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_105" id="Page_105">[105]</SPAN></span>
the way of Billy Woodchuck’s mother.
She wanted everything neat and clean.</p>
<p>You remember that when Farmer
Green blasted away the old stump near
Mrs. Woodchuck’s bedroom he tore a hole
in the very roof of the house. And Billy
and his mother and his brothers and sisters
went into the woods and spent the
night in a house where his great grandmother
had once lived.</p>
<p>Mrs. Woodchuck said it would do, until
she could dig a new one.</p>
<p>The very next morning she started to
work. And all her children helped her.</p>
<p>Billy told his mother that they ought to
build the back door first of all. You see
he remembered what his mother had
taught him, early in the summer, when he
made his play-houses.</p>
<p>“Nonsense!” she said. “Of course, we
must have a back door. But we must dig<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_106" id="Page_106">[106]</SPAN></span>
it from the <i>inside up</i>, and not from the
<i>outside down</i>.”</p>
<p>And she explained that when you build
a door by digging <i>down</i> into the ground,
there’s always a heap of dirt about it,
which anybody can see. But when you
are out of sight in your tunnel you can dig
right <i>up</i> to the top of the ground and make
a small, round door, beneath a hummock of
grass, or a stone, or a stump. People must
have very sharp eyes to see a back door
that’s made in that way, for the dirt all
falls <i>inside</i> your house.</p>
<p>With all the help she had, Mrs. Woodchuck’s
new house was soon finished. But
it was done none too soon. She had
hardly carried in clean grass for the beds,
when her children began to feel very
sleepy. At least, all of them except Billy.
He was just as wide awake as his mother.</p>
<p>Even after his brothers and sisters had<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_107" id="Page_107">[107]</SPAN></span>
been tucked up for their winter’s nap he
was as spry as anything. And he told his
mother that he was not going to spend the
winter sleeping.</p>
<p>“Jimmy Rabbit says that it’s great fun
to play in the snow,” he said.</p>
<p>Mrs. Woodchuck couldn’t help smiling;
for at that very moment Billy was yawning
as wide a yawn as you ever saw on a
young chuck’s face. Though he didn’t
know it, he was already growing drowsy.
And his mother knew very well that no
matter how much he wanted to stay awake,
in a short time he would be sound asleep.</p>
<p>Though Jimmy Rabbit came to Billy’s
house the very next day and called and
called to him, he never came out at all.</p>
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