Billy Enjoyed His House of Logs

Billy smiled to himself as he stretched out in his favorite chair beside the fireplace.

“Yessir, I have a spiffy house now. Old Man North Wind won’t get in this winter, you betcha. Help yerself to some of that good apple cider, compliments of the boss, hisself.”

            One of his little guests, Susie Skunk looked most surprised. “How in the world did you get on the good side of Farmer Brown? My, if I ever so much as poke my head outta the woods he’s out with his shotgun and I must flee.”

            “Well you do have somewhat of a, er, nasty reputation for givin’ er, Mrs. Browning, the hen, a bit o’ trouble whenever she has a fluffy flock of chicks following’ her.”

            “Me!” Miss Skunk looked most indignant. “That’s Wiley Fox that causes all the trouble! A little gal like me—why I’m innocent!”