<h2>CHAPTER VIII<br/> <small>TOO LATE CHATTERER IS SORRY</small></h2>
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<div class="verse">Of yourself to hold command</div>
<div class="verse">Keep your temper well in hand.</div>
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<div class="verseright"><i>Mother Bear.</i></div>
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<p><span class="smcap">The</span> best laid plans, even those
of the smartest of Red Squirrels,
sometimes go wrong. Chatterer’s
plan had gone wrong, just about as
wrong as it could go. Those provoking
twins, instead of being scared
into falling or scrambling down
from that tree, had been made angry
and actually were starting after
him. Boxer started first and Woof-Woof
promptly followed. You
know whatever Boxer did, Woof-Woof
did.</p>
<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_47" id="Page_47">[47]</SPAN></span>Now Chatterer hadn’t reckoned
on any such thing as this happening.
Not at all. And like most
people who try to scare babies,
Chatterer is not at all brave.
Most of his bravery is in his tongue.
For just an instant he was too surprised
to move. Even his tongue
was still. Then he turned and
ran up that tree as fast as he could.</p>
<p>The twins came scrambling after,
and they came surprisingly fast.
You see, there were plenty of
branches to hold on to, so they had
no fear of falling. Chatterer was
so scared that he didn’t use those
usually quick wits of his, and he
ran up past the only branch of
that tree that reached out near
enough to another tree for him to<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_48" id="Page_48">[48]</SPAN></span>
jump across. When he thought of
it, it was too late. Yes, sir, it was
too late. Boxer was already standing
on that very branch.</p>
<p>Chatterer felt then that he was
trapped. He couldn’t jump across
to another tree. He didn’t dare
try to get down past those twins.
He wouldn’t think of jumping
down to the ground, unless he was
actually obliged to, for it was a
dreadful jump. All he could do
was to climb higher and hope those
twins would be afraid to follow him.</p>
<p>But by this time Boxer and
Woof-Woof were enjoying the
chase. They were enjoying the
fun of climbing, and they were
enjoying the discovery that they
were no longer afraid of this saucy,<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_49" id="Page_49">[49]</SPAN></span>
red-coated scamp, but that he was
afraid of them.</p>
<p>“See him run!” cried Boxer.
“Come on, Woof-Woof, let’s catch
him! He is so small and quick
that he can get about faster than
we can, but we are two and he is
only one. Between us we ought
to be able to catch him.”</p>
<p>Woof-Woof was quite willing,
and they climbed on up after
Chatterer. Chatterer’s tongue was
still now. He made no sound.
He no longer called names. He
no longer made faces. He no
longer looked saucy or impudent.
He looked exactly what he was, a
badly scared Red Squirrel. He
was sorry now that he had lost his
temper and tried to scare those<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_50" id="Page_50">[50]</SPAN></span>
twins. He was very, very sorry.
But it was too late. Being sorry
didn’t help him any now.</p>
<p>He was in a bad scrape, was
Chatterer, and he knew it. Either
of those twin Bears was much bigger
than he, although they were
little more than babies. They
had found him out and had already
discovered that they had nothing
to fear from him and that he was
afraid of them. It was plain to see
that they were having a good time.
They were enjoying the chase.
Chatterer looked down at their
sharp little claws and more than
ever he was sorry he had not let
them alone.</p>
<p>By this time Chatterer was
clinging to the very top of that<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_51" id="Page_51">[51]</SPAN></span>
tree. If those twins came up
there, he would have to make the
terrible jump to the ground. He
shivered as he looked down.
Would those surprising twins, or
one of them, be able to get up
near enough to reach him?</p>
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