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Unfortunately, just at this time a flock of little
birds flew by, from bush to bush, searching for
green caterpillars and spiders. There were several
sorts of little birds, twittering different songs.
The first one sang—"Who's bin digging-up my
nuts? Who's-been-digging-up my nuts?"
And another sang—"Little bit-a-bread and-no-
cheese! Little bit-a-bread an'-no-cheese!"
The squirrels followed and listened. The first little
bird flew into the bush where Timmy and Goody
Tiptoes were quietly tying up their bags, and it
sang—"Who's-bin digging-up my nuts? Who's
been digging-up my-nuts?"
Timmy Tiptoes went on with his work without
replying; indeed, the little bird did not expect an
answer. It was only singing its natural song, and it
meant nothing at all.
But when the other squirrels heard that song,
they rushed upon Timmy Tiptoes and cuffed and
scratched him, and upset his bag of nuts.
