A Collection of Beatrix Potter Stories

by Beatrix Potter

  THE TALE OF TIMMY TIPTOES

  FOR MANY UNKNOWN LITTLE FRIENDS, INCLUDING MONICA

  ONCE upon a time there was a little fat comfortable grey squirrel,called Timmy Tiptoes. He had a nest thatched with leaves in the top of atall tree; and he had a little squirrel wife called Goody.

  TIMMY TIPTOES sat out, enjoying the breeze; he whisked his tail andchuckled--"Little wife Goody, the nuts are ripe; we must lay up a storefor winter and spring." Goody Tiptoes was busy pushing moss under thethatch--"The nest is so snug, we shall be sound asleep all winter.""Then we shall wake up all the thinner, when there is nothing to eat inspring-time," replied prudent Timothy.

  WHEN Timmy and Goody Tiptoes came to the nut thicket, they found othersquirrels were there already.

  Timmy took off his jacket and hung it on a twig; they worked awayquietly by themselves.

  EVERY day they made several journeys and picked quantities of nuts. Theycarried them away in bags, and stored them in several hollow stumps nearthe tree where they had built their nest.

  WHEN these stumps were full, they began to empty the bags into a holehigh up a tree, that had belonged to a wood-pecker; the nuts rattleddown--down--down inside.

  "How shall you ever get them out again? It is like a money-box!" saidGoody.

  "I shall be much thinner before spring-time, my love," said TimmyTiptoes, peeping into the hole.

  THEY did collect quantities--because they did not lose them! Squirrelswho bury their nuts in the ground lose more than half, because theycannot remember the place.

  The most forgetful squirrel in the wood was called Silvertail. He beganto dig, and he could not remember. And then he dug again and found somenuts that did not belong to him; and there was a fight. And othersquirrels began to dig,--the whole wood was in commotion!

  UNFORTUNATELY, just at this time a flock of little birds flew by, frombush to bush, searching for green caterpillars and spiders. There wereseveral sorts of little birds, twittering different songs.

  The first one sang--"Who's bin digging-up MY nuts? Who's-been-digging-upMY nuts?"

  And another sang--"Little bita bread and-NO-cheese! Little bit-a-breadan'-NO-cheese!"

  THE squirrels followed and listened. The first little bird flew into thebush where Timmy and Goody Tiptoes were quietly tying up their bags, andit 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 littlebird did not expect an answer. It was only singing its natural song, andit meant nothing at all.

  BUT when the other squirrels heard that song, they rushed upon TimmyTiptoes and cuffed and scratched him, and upset his bag of nuts. Theinnocent little bird which had caused all the mischief, flew away in afright!

  Timmy rolled over and over, and then turned tail and fled towards hisnest, followed by a crowd of squirrels shouting--"Who's-been digging-upMY-nuts?"

  THEY caught him and dragged him up the very same tree, where there wasthe little round hole, and they pushed him in. The hole was much toosmall for Timmy Tiptoes' figure. They squeezed him dreadfully, it was awonder they did not break his ribs. "We will leave him here till heconfesses," said Silvertail Squirrel, and he shouted into the hole--

  "Who's-been-digging-up MY-nuts?"

  TIMMY TIPTOES made no reply; he had tumbled down inside the tree, uponhalf a peck of nuts belonging to himself. He lay quite stunned andstill.

  GOODY TIPTOES picked up the nut bags and went home. She made a cup oftea for Timmy; but he didn't come and didn't come.

  Goody Tiptoes passed a lonely and unhappy night. Next morning sheventured back to the nut-bushes to look for him; but the other unkindsquirrels drove her away.

  She wandered all over the wood, calling--

  "Timmy Tiptoes! Timmy Tiptoes! Oh, where is Timmy Tiptoes?"

  IN the meantime Timmy Tiptoes came to his senses. He found himselftucked up in a little moss bed, very much in the dark, feeling sore; itseemed to be under ground. Timmy coughed and groaned, because his ribshurted him. There was a chirpy noise, and a small striped Chipmunkappeared with a night light, and hoped he felt better?

  It was most kind to Timmy Tiptoes; it lent him its nightcap; and thehouse was full of provisions.

  THE Chipmunk explained that it had rained nuts through the top of thetree--"Besides, I found a few buried!" It laughed and chuckled when itheard Timmy's story. While Timmy was confined to bed, it 'ticed him toeat quantities--"But how shall I ever get out through that hole unless Ithin myself? My wife will be anxious!" "Just another nut--or two nuts;let me crack them for you," said the Chipmunk. Timmy Tiptoes grew fatterand fatter!

  NOW Goody Tiptoes had set to work again by herself. She did not put anymore nuts into the woodpecker's hole, because she had always doubted howthey could be got out again. She hid them under a tree root; theyrattled down, down, down. Once when Goody emptied an extra big bagful,there was a decided squeak; and next time Goody brought another bagful,a little striped Chipmunk scrambled out in a hurry.

  "IT is getting perfectly full-up down-stairs; the sitting-room is full,and they are rolling along the passage; and my husband, Chippy Hackee,has run away and left me. What is the explanation of these showers ofnuts?"

  "I am sure I beg your pardon; I did not not know that anybody livedhere," said Mrs. Goody Tiptoes; "but where is Chippy Hackee? My husband,Timmy Tiptoes, has run away too." "I know where Chippy is; a little birdtold me," said Mrs. Chippy Hackee.

  SHE led the way to the woodpecker's tree, and they listened at the hole.

  Down below there was a noise of nut crackers, and a fat squirrel voiceand a thin squirrel voice were 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 GoodyTiptoes. "Yes, I could," said the Chipmunk, "but my husband, ChippyHackee, bites!"

  Down below there was a noise of cracking nuts and nibbling; and then thefat squirrel voice and the thin squirrel voice sang--

  "For the diddlum day Day diddle dum di! Day diddle diddle dum day!"

  THEN Goody peeped in at the hole, and called down--"Timmy Tiptoes! Ohfie, Timmy Tiptoes!" And Timmy replied, "Is that you, Goody Tiptoes?Why, certainly!"

  He came up and kissed Goody through the hole; but he was so fat that hecould not get out.

  Chippy Hackee was not too fat, but he did not want to come; he stayeddown below and chuckled.

  AND so it went on for a fortnight; till a big wind blew off the top ofthe tree, and opened up the hole and let in the rain.

  Then Timmy Tiptoes came out, and went home with an umbrella.

  BUT Chippy Hackee continued to camp out for another week, although itwas uncomfortable.

  AT last a large bear came walking through the wood. Perhaps he also waslooking for nuts; he seemed to be sniffing around.

  CHIPPY HACKEE went home in a hurry!

  AND when Chippy Hackee got home, he found he had caught a cold in hishead; and he was more uncomfortable still.

  And now Timmy and Goody Tiptoes keep their nut-store fastened up with alittle padlock.

  AND whenever that little bird sees the Chipmunks, hesings--"Who's-been-digging-up MY-nuts? Who's been digging-up MY-nuts?"But nobody ever answers!

  THE END