That's what makes the wheels turn on the threshing-machine."
"It must be fun," said Frisky Squirrel. "I wish I could be a horse,
and make that horse-power turn like that."
"Nonsense!" said his mother. "You'd soon grow tired of it."
But Frisky Squirrel knew better.
[Illustration: Caught in the attic]
XIX
Frisky's Prison
Frisky Squirrel simply couldn't keep away from the field where the
wheat was being threshed. He was on hand before the men came in the
morning, and he was the last to leave the place at night. He ate all
his meals right on the spot, and went home only to sleep.
Now, it was not long before Johnnie Green spied Frisky Squirrel
loitering about the field. And he made up his mind that that young
squirrel was altogether too bold. So Johnnie Green rigged up a trap,
which he made from an old box, a few sticks, and a bit of string. And
one noon, while the men were eating their lunch under some trees a
little way from the threshing-machine, Frisky Squirrel was just
reckless enough to steal up and try to get his luncheon too, by eating
some of the wheat-kernels. He noticed a tempting little heap of
kernels, right beside a little box. And he had just stopped to eat
them when all at once the box toppled over on him, and there he
was--caught!
When Johnnie Green discovered that he had captured that young squirrel
he was just as glad as Frisky was sorry and frightened. That, you see,
is just the difference between _catching_ and _being caught_.
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