But! gracious me! Central gave Little Rabbit the wrong number, for as he stood in the Hollow Telephone Booth, with the receiver to his ear, he heard Grandpa Possum say:  
“I don’t care how hard it snows,
Nor how Old Mr. North Wind blows,
For I’m as safe as safe can be
In a big warm hole in the old nut tree.”
 
“Ha, ha!” laughed the little rabbit, out of the booth, just as Grandpa Possum his head out of his hollow tree house, “you certainly look sleepy. What made you wake up?”
 
“What woke me?” asked the possum gentleman angrily. “Why, those good for nothing Squirrel Brothers threw a snowball into my window.” And then Grandpa Possum shook the snow out of his left ear and looked around to find those naughty squirrels.
 
All of a sudden, quicker than a , another snowball hit the old hollow tree a tre-men-dous .
 
“Goodness me!” said Grandpa Possum, “if I ever catch those pesky squirrels I’ll make them , yes, I will, as sure as I’m twenty-one!”
 
And he began to grin, for Grandpa Possum is full of good nature and never can stay angry very long.
 
“If you’re go............