I was trying hard to make them understand when I heard someone coming.
It was Grandpa in his buggy. I’m sure no one in the world can understand a young boy like his grandfather can.
He drove up with a twinkle in his eyes and a smile on his whiskery old face.
“Hello! How are you gettin’ along?” he boomed. “Not so good, Grandpa,” I said.
“I don’t think I can cut it down. It’s just too big. I guess I’ll have to give up.”
“Give up!” Grandpa barked. “Now I don’t want to hear you say that.
No, sir, that’s the last thing I want to hear. Don’t ever start anything you can’t finish.”
“I don’t want to give up, Grandpa,” I said, “but it’s just too big and my strength’s gone. I’m give out.”
“Course you are,” he said. “You’ve been going at it wrong. To do work like that a fellow needs plenty of rest and food in his stomach.”
“How am I going to get that, Grandpa?” I asked. “I can’t leave the tree. If I do, the coon will get away.”
“No, he won’t,” Grandpa said. “That’s what I came down here for. I’ll show you how to keep that coon in the tree.”
He walked around the big sycamore, looking up. He whistled and said, “Boy, this is a big one all right.”
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