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“No such thing!” screamed Sammy. You know he can’t talk without screaming, and the more excited he gets, the louder he screams. “No such thing! Acorns are food. They are meant to eat. I have to have them to live. But you are cutting down whole trees. You are spoiling the Green Forest. You don’t belong here. Nobody invited you, and nobody wants you. You’re a thief!”

Then up spoke Jerry Muskrat, who, you know, is cousin to Paddy the Beaver.

“Don’t you mind him,” said he, pointing at Sammy Jay. “Nobody does. He’s the greatest trouble-maker in the Green Forest or on the Green Meadows. He would steal from his own relatives. Don’t mind what he says, Cousin Paddy.”

Now all this time Paddy had been working away just as if no one was around. Just as Jerry stopped speaking, Paddy thumped the ground with his tail, which is his way of warning people to watch out, and suddenly scurried away as fast as he could run. Sammy Jay was so surprised that he couldn’t find his tongue for a minute, and he didn’t notice anything peculiar about that tree. Then suddenly he felt himself falling. With a frightened scream, he spread his wings to fly, but branches of the tree swept him down with them right into the Laughing Brook.

You see while Sammy had been speaking his mind, Paddy the Beaver had cut down the very tree in which he was sitting.

Sammy wasn’t hurt, but he was wet and muddy and terribly frightened,—the most miserable looking Jay that ever was seen. It was too much for all the little people who were hiding. They just had to laugh. Then they all came out to pay their respects to Paddy the Beaver.