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apologizing for seeming so greedy.

"If I couldn't get my stomach full before night, I certainly should
freeze to death before morning," said he. "What a blessing it is to
have all this good food waiting for us. If I had to hunt for my usual
food on the trees, I certainly should have to give up and die. It took
all my strength to get over here. My, I feel like a new bird already!
Here comes Sammy Jay. I wonder if he will try to drive us away as he
usually does."

Sammy did nothing of the kind. He was very meek and most polite.
"Can you make room for a starving fellow to get a bite?" he asked.
"I wouldn't ask it but that I couldn't last another night without food."

"Dee, dee, dee! Always room for one more," replied Tommy Tit,
crowding over to give Sammy room. "Wasn't that a dreadful storm?"

"Worst I ever knew," mumbled Sammy. "I wonder if I ever will be warm
again."

Until their stomachs were full, not another word was said. Meanwhile
Chatterer the Red Squirrel had discovered that the storm was over. As
he floundered through the snow to another apple-tree he saw Tommy Tit
and his friends, and in his heart he rejoiced that they had found food
waiting for them. His own troubles were at an end, for in the tree he
was headed for was a store of corn.



CHAPTER XII: Granny And Reddy Fox Hunt In Vain

Old Mother Nature's plans for good
Quite often are not understood.
- Old Granny Fox.

Tommy Tit and Drummer the Woodpecker and Yank Yank the Nuthatch and
Sammy Jay and Chatterer the Red Squirrel were not the only ones who
were out and about as soon as the great storm ended. Oh, my, no! No,
indeed! Everybody who was not sleeping the winter away, or who had not
a store of food right at hand, was out. But not all were so fortunate
as Tommy Tit and his friends in finding a good meal.

Peter Rabbit and Mrs. Peter came out of the hole in the heart of the
dear Old Briar-patch, where they had managed to keep comfortably warm,
and at once began to fill their stomachs with bark from young
trees and tender tips of twigs. It was very coarse food, but it
would take away that empty feeling. Mrs. Grouse burst out of the
snow and hurried to get a meal before dark. She had no time to be
particular, and so she ate spruce buds. They were very bitter and
not much to her liking, but she was too hungry, and night was too