The bees that had been sent to guide Tiny back to Squirreltown did not speak a word. They flew a short distance ahead of him, occasionally stopping to rest or to take refreshment from the cup of a wild rose.

What was Tiny’s joy when again he beheld the familiar trees of Squirreltown! His delight knew no bounds when the squirrels, red, gray, and black, scurried forth from their homes to welcome him. Soon he was the center of an excited group. They stroked his fur, pulled his beard, and shouted joyfully:

“Welcome home! Hurrah for Tiny Redsquirrel! Long life to the deliverer of Squirreltown!”

They were about to pounce upon his hunting bag, but Tiny gently pushed them away, saying:

“These are for my mother. Shall I tell you where I got them?”

“Yes, yes,” replied the squirrels, who were almost starved.

“Follow those bees to a jungle not far distant, where you can get enough provisions to last all winter long. It is a dark and lonely place, but you need have no fear, for a fairy queen lives there who has promised to protect you. I will join you soon.”

Although the squirrels were anxious to inquire about Tiny’s health and to learn of his experience, they immediately scampered off to the jungle, for sometimes when little creatures become very hungry they cease to be polite.

Tiny, finding himself all alone, hurried to his home in the great oak tree. When he saw the face of his dear mother, he was filled with mingled joy and sorrow. She looked much older, for a few days in Squirreltown is a very long time, and she had been grieving constantly for her lost son.

Instead of rushing to embrace him, as one would expect her to do, she ran rapidly about the room, bounding over the table and chairs, shrieking and making as much noise as possible, for that is the way red squirrels show great joy.

“I am so glad that you have come back, my son!” she cried again and again. “Tell me all about your adventures, for you must have had many of them.”

“Let us first have some supper, for you must be almost starved,” said Tiny. He pulled the hunting bag into the middle of the room, and opened it.

“Oh, how tempting!” cried his mother, sniffing at the dried blackberries, and gazing hungrily at the acorns and pine cones. “I have had nothing to eat for two days.”

“Then let us have a good feast together,” said Tiny, with a merry laugh. “While we are eating I will tell you the story of my wanderings.”

“I shall eat while you are talking,” said Mrs. Redsquirrel.

“But first I should like to know whether Chatty Chipmunk is safe,” said Tiny anxiously.

“I don’t know,” replied Mrs. Redsquirrel, with a sigh. “Animals of the neighboring towns are doing all they can to assist our city in finding him, but so far they have had little encouragement. His poor mother is ill from anxiety. No one in the town suffers more than she.”

Tiny told his mother how he had become separated from Chatty. He also told her about his meeting with the various creatures of the forest.

“I think I may have been traveling in a circle all the time,” he concluded.

“All bright, heavenly bodies travel in a circle,” said his mother with pride. “At any rate I am glad that you are safe at home once more. Now that we have finished our meal, I will make the room more tidy. Can I lift this hunting bag?”

“I will put it away,” answered Tiny, seizing the bag and pulling it into the storeroom. “To-morrow I will go out into the jungle and bring you enough provisions to last all winter. Now, dear mother, tell me what has happened in Squirreltown during my absence.”

“On the day you left a number of bears took up their abode in the heart of the city,” began Mrs. Redsquirrel, with a shudder. “We squirrels could do nothing. We tried to drive them away by throwing twigs at them, but the dreadful things only laughed at us, and said they would stay as long as they lived. We couldn’t leave our homes to go out into the country where the trees are loaded with acorns and beech-nuts, so we stayed inside and waited for help. The poor chipmunks in the ground must have suffered more than we.”

“I am sorry that I was not here to comfort you,” said Tiny.

“I missed you sorely, for you are so much braver than I,” said Mrs. Redsquirrel meekly. “Last night some of the older bears went away to get food. Early this morning we heard a most terrible noise. I peeped from my window and could see the bears scattering in every direction, and could hear them roaring and begging for mercy. Some of them fell over logs and rolled helplessly about. In a few moments they had all disappeared, and they did not return. Presently an army of wee soldiers came to the city, buzzing merrily, and settled down on that old hemlock tree where the Flyingsquirrel family formerly lived. Then Bushy Graysquirrel rushed in to tell me that several maids of honor to the fairy queen wanted to speak to me. She said that they bore news from you.”

“How remarkable!” exclaimed Tiny. “It sounds, indeed, like a fairy tale.”

“It was more like a bad dream to me,” declared Mrs. Redsquirrel. “Between you and me I was afraid to go down, and yet I wanted to hear something about you. In a few minutes I had brushed myself as neat as possible, and stood in the presence of the queen’s army. A tiny maid of honor, with shiny wings, came forth and told me how you had saved the queen’s life. She said that she and her soldiers had promised to keep their eyes on Squirreltown, and how they would see that the bears disturbed us no more. I was also assured that you were well, and that you would be back soon. I thanked her for her kindness, and returned home. Squirreltown at once became the liveliest place you ever saw. All the citizens mingled together as if they belonged to one family, and they cheered loudly for Tiny Redsquirrel, whom they called their deliverer. They are planning to give you a party late this afternoon.”

“That will be delightful,” said Tiny, beginning to feel very important. “Last night I saw a crown of glittering stars circling about the tops of our tallest trees. I never saw stars that shone brighter than they.”

“Oh, I almost forgot to tell you the most interesting part of the story,” replied Mrs. Redsquirrel. “The queen doubtless knew that you would go to some treetop, hoping to catch a glimpse of Squirreltown, so she sent out some of her attendants to the camp of the fireflies, to beg them to lend their aid. Before long several thousand of the bright, pretty creatures were circling about the tops of the oak trees.”

“How wonderful!” exclaimed Tiny, with breathless interest. “I did not know that such little creatures could be so helpful.”

“Three times to-day several of the queen’s maids of honor flew into my window and left me some honey,” continued the mother. “I have grown quite fond of honey, although I do not believe that sweets are good for animals.”

Tiny then told his parent how the owl prophet had taken an interest in him, and how he expected to seek him soon to receive more knowledge.

“I do not put much dependence upon owls,” said Mrs. Redsquirrel, beginning to tremble, “but, should it be to your advantage, I would not complain if you should go to thank him for his goodness. He has been so kind that you ought not to show ingratitude. Perhaps he may teach you many other things that you should know.”

“May I lie down for a few moments, mother?” asked Tiny, for he was beginning to feel the effects of his long and tiresome journey.

“Dear son, you may,” she replied, as she hastened to make his couch more comfortable. “You ought to take a long nap before the party.”