RED SQUIRREL— his real name was Aloysius, but none of the other squirrels on the farm could pronounce Aloysius—was tired of the same routine. Each morning he would rise, eat a breakfast of seed corn and play hide-andseek around the bright machinery that stood in the yard. After a noontime nap, all the squirrels would climb the haymound, wrap their tails about themselves and tumble and roll to the foot of the hay. Or they would pick a black walnut from the biggest tree in the grove, if it was late summer, and feast on a sweet nut for dinner.