The Story Of Timmy Tiptoes The Squirrel
Timmy Tiptoes and Goody were very careful to hide nuts in preparation for the winter. However, they do not always remember where to find them.
Let’s begin the story of Timmy Tiptoes the squirrel
Once upon a time, there was a little fat comfortable grey squirrel. His name was Timmy Tiptoes. He had a nest thatched with leaves in the top of a tall tree. Timmy Tiptoes lived in the tree with his little squirrel wife called Goody Tiptoes.
Timmy Tiptoes sat outside, enjoying the breeze. He whisked his tail and chuckled:
“Little wife Goody, the nuts are ripe; we must lay up a store for winter and spring.”
Mrs. Goody Tiptoes was busy pushing moss under the thatch. She replied,
“There’s no space. Our nest is so snug. We don’t need nuts. We shall be sound asleep all winter.”
“We need to store nuts, Goody,” replied Timmy Tiptoes. “when we wake up in spring, there will be nothing to eat.”
Timmy Tiptoes the squirrel and his wife go out to collect the nuts
When Timmy and Goody Tiptoes came to the nut thicket, they discovered that other squirrels were there already.
Timmy took off his jacket and hung it on a twig. He colelcted nuts quietly with Goody.
Every day Timmy Tiptoes the squirrel and Goody Tiptoes made several journeys. They picked a lot of nuts and carried the nuts away in bags, They stored the nuts in several hollow stumps near the tree where they had built their nest.
When these stumps were full, Timmy Tiptoes and Goody emptied the bags into a hole high up a tree. A woodpecker used to live in that hole. As they emptied the nuts into the hole, they could hear them rolling down—down—down inside.
“How shall you ever get them out again? It is like a money-box!” exclaimed Goody.
“I shall be much thinner before spring-time, my love. I’ll wriggle down into the hole to get our nuts,” replied Timmy Tiptoes as he peeped into the hole.
Sometimes the squirrels forgot where they buried their nuts
Timmy Tiptoes the squirrel and Goody collected lots and lots of nuts. They did not lose them because they hid them in the hole in the tree!
A lot of squirrels buried their nuts in the ground. However, they lost a lot of those nuts because they could not remember where they had hidden them.
Silvertail was the most forgetful squirrel in the wood. He was never able to remember where he had hidden his nuts. Sometimes he would dig up nuts that did not belong to him. Silvertail always had to fight with other squirrels that these nuts belonged to.
The entire wood was always full of noise when the other squirrels dug in the ground for their hidden nuts!
The mischievous birds
One day as the squirrels were digging for their nuts, a flock of little birds flew by. They flew from bush to bush, searching for green caterpillars and spiders. All of the little birds twittered different songs.
The first little bird sang, “who’s bin digging-up my nuts? Who’s-been-digging-up my nuts?”
Another little bird sang, “Little bita bread and-no-cheese! Little bit-a-bread an’-no-cheese!”
The squirrels followed the little birds and listened to their song. The first little bird flew into the bush where Timmy and Goody Tiptoes were quietly tying up their bags.
It sang, “who’s-bin digging-up my nuts? Who’s been digging-up my-nuts?”
The squirrels became angry and rushed at Timmy Tiptoes
Timmy Tiptoes went on with his work without replying. The little bird did not expect an answer. It was only singing its natural song, and did not mean anything at all.
When the other squirrels heard that song, they rushed upon Timmy Tiptoes. They cuffed and scratched him, and upset his bag of nuts. The innocent little bird which had caused all the mischief, flew away in a fright!
Timmy rolled over and over, and then turned tail and fled towards his nest. He was followed by a crowd of angry squirrels. As they followed him, they shouted, “who’s-been digging-up my-nuts?”
The angry squirrels pushed Timmy Tiptoes into a hold in the tree in which he lived
The squirrels caught Timmy Tiptoes and dragged him up the tree in which he lived. When they got to the hole in which he had hidden his nuts, they pushed him in.
The hole was much too small for Timmy Tiptoes. The squirrels did not care. They squeezed him in. It was a wonder that they did not break his ribs.
“We will leave him here until he confesses,” said Silvertail Squirrel.
He shouted into the hole, “who’s-been-digging-up my-nuts?”
Timmy Tiptoes did not reply. He had tumbled down inside the tree, upon half a pack of nuts that he had hidden there. He lay quite stunned and still.
Goody Tiptoes misses Timmy
Over in the nut grove, Goody Tiptoes picked up the nut bags and went home. She made a cup of tea for Timmy; but he didn’t come home at all.
Goody Tiptoes passed a lonely and unhappy night. The next morning she went back to the nut-bushes to look for Timmy. However, the other unkind squirrels drove her away.
Goody Tiptoes wandered all over the wood, calling out,
“Timmy Tiptoes! Timmy Tiptoes! Oh, where are you Timmy Tiptoes?”
A chipmunk in the hole took care of Timmy Tiptoes the squirrel
In the meantime, Timmy Tiptoes came to his senses. He found himself tucked up in a bed made of moss. It very dark in the hole and he felt very sore.
Timmy coughed and groaned, because his ribs hurted him. There was a chirpy noise, and a small striped Chipmunk appeared with a night light. The chipmunk asked if he felt better.
The chipmunk was very kind to Timmy Tiptoes. Chipmunk had a lot of food. He explained that nuts had rained down into his hole. Timmy Tiptoes explained that he and Goody had poured those nuts into the hole.
The chipmunk laughed and chuckled when it heard Timmy’s story. While Timmy was confined to bed, it offered a lot of nuts to him.
Timmy responded, “how shall I ever get out through that hole unless I thin? My wife will be anxious!”
“Just another nut—or two nuts. Let me crack them for you,” said the Chipmunk.
Timmy Tiptoes grew fatter and fatter as he ate more and more nuts!
Goody Tiptoes gathered more and more nuts
Now Goody Tiptoes had set to work again by herself. She did not put any more nuts into the woodpecker’s hole. She had always doubted how they could be got out again.
Instead, she hid the nuts under a tree root. They rattled down, down, down. Once Goody heard a loud squeak when she emptied an extra big bagful.
The next time that Goody brought another bagful, a little striped Chipmunk scrambled out in a hurry.
Mrs. Chippy Hackee, the Chipmunk said,
“Please do not pour any more nuts into my house. They are filling up my down-stairs and the sitting-room is full, The nuts are rolling along the passage. My husband has run away and no one is here to help me.”
“I’m sorry. I did not know that anybody lived here,” said Mrs. Goody Tiptoes. “My husband, Timmy Tiptoes, has run away too.”
“I know where Chippy is; a little bird told me,” said Mrs. Chippy Hackee.
Mrs. Chippy Hackee led Goody to the tree where her husband was staying.
Mrs. Chippy Hackee led the way to the woodpecker’s tree, and they listened at the hole.
They could hear the noise of nut crackers. They also heard a fat squirrel voice and a thin chipmunk voice singing together:
“My little old man and I fell out,
How shall we bring this matter about?
Bring it about as well as you can,
And get you gone, you little old man!”
“You could squeeze in, through that little round hole,” said Goody Tiptoes.
“Yes, I could,” said the Chipmunk, “but my husband, Chippy Hackee, bites!”
Down below, there was a noise of cracking nuts and nibbling. The fat squirrel voice and the thin squirrel voice sang again:
“For the diddlum day
Day diddle dum di!
Day diddle diddle dum day!”
Goody peeped in at the hole, and called down to Timmy Tiptoes
On hearing her husband’s voice, Goody peeped in at the hole, and called down to Timmy:
“Timmy Tiptoes! Oh fie, Timmy Tiptoes!”
Timmy replied, “Is that you, Goody Tiptoes? Why, certainly!”
He came up and kissed Goody through the hole. He was so fat that he could not get out.
Chippy Hackee was not too fat, but he did not want to come. He stayed down below and chuckled.
This went on for two weeks until a big wind blew off the top of the tree. The hole opened up and let in the rain.
When he got wet with the rain, Timmy Tiptoes came out, and went home with an umbrella.