This is the story of a tail—a tail that belonged to a small red squirrel named Nutkin.

He had a sibling named Twinkleberry, as well as a large number of cousins, and they resided in a wooded area near a lake.

There is an island in the center of the lake that is covered in trees and nut plants, and among those trees is a hollow oak tree that is the home of an owl named Old Brown.

Nutkin, Twinkleberry, and all the other small squirrels came out of the woods and down to the side of the lake one autumn when the nuts were ripe and the leaves on the hazel bushes were golden and green.

They fashioned small rafts out of twigs and paddled across the sea to Owl Island to collect nuts.

Each squirrel carried a little sack and a large oar, as well as a sail extended out from his tail.

They also brought a gift for Old Brown in the form of three fat mice, which they placed on his doorstep.

Then Twinkleberry and the other small squirrels each made a low bow and politely said—

“Will you grant us permission to pick nuts on your island, Old Mr. Brown?” ”

Nutkin, on the other hand, was overly impolite in his demeanor. He sang as he bobbed up and down like a little red CHERRY—

“Riddle me, rot-tot-tote, riddle me!”
In a scarlet red cloak, a small little man!
He had a stick in one hand and a stone in the other;
I'll give you a groat if you can solve this riddle.”

Now, this enigma is as old as the hills, and Mr. Brown paid Nutkin no mind.

He obstinately closed his eyes and fell asleep.

In the evening, the squirrels loaded their small backpacks with nuts and sailed away.

They all returned to Owl Island the next morning, and Twinkleberry and the others brought a fine fat mole, which they placed on the stone in front of Old Brown's doorway and said—

“Mr. Brown, could you please grant us permission to collect some more nuts? ”

Nutkin, however, who had no respect for Mr. Brown, proceeded to dance up and down, tickling him with a NETTLE and singing—

“Old Mr. B!” exclaims the narrator. Riddle-me-ree!
Within the wall, Hitty Pitty,
Without the wall, Hitty Pitty;
If you come into contact with Hitty Pitty,
Hitty Pitty is going to bite you! ”

Mr. Brown jolted awake and dragged the mole into his home.
He slammed the door in the face of Nutkin. Nutkin peered through the keyhole and sang as a small thread of blue SMOKE from a wood fire rose from the top of the tree.

“A house full of people, a hole full of people!”
And you won't be able to fill a bowl! ”

The squirrels scoured the island for nuts and filled their small sacks.

Nutkin, on the other hand, gathered yellow and crimson oak-apples and sat on a beech stump, playing marbles and keeping an eye on old Mr. Brown's door.

The squirrels got up early on the third day and went fishing, catching seven fat minnows as a present for Old Brown.

They paddled across the lake to Owl Island, where they landed under a crooked chestnut tree.

Twinkleberry and six other small squirrels each brought a fat minnow, but Nutkin, who had no good manners, brought nothing. He dashed ahead, singing—

“In the middle of nowhere, a man remarked to me,
‘Is it possible for strawberries to grow in the sea? ’
I gave him an answer that I believed was appropriate—
‘As many red herrings as the woods produce.”

Old Mr. Brown, on the other hand, was uninterested in riddles, even when the solution was given to him.

The squirrels presented Old Brown with six fat beetles on the fourth day, which were as nice as plums in PLUM PUDDING. Each insect was carefully wrapped in a dock leaf and secured with a pine-needle pin.

Nutkin, on the other hand, sang as obnoxiously as ever—

“Old Mr. B!” exclaims the narrator. riddle-me-ree!
England's flour, Spain's fruit
In a downpour, they came together;
Place in a bag with a string knotted around it.
If you can solve this puzzle for me,
I'm going to give you a call! ”

Nutkin was being foolish because he didn't have a ring to give Old Brown.

Nutkin plucked robin's pin-cushions from a briar bush and stuffed them full of pine-needle pins, while the other squirrels sought up and down the nut bushes.

The squirrels delivered a gift of wild honey on the fifth day; it was so sweet and sticky that they licked their fingers as they placed it on the stone. They had taken it from the nest of a bumble bee on the very top of the hill.

Nutkin, on the other hand, skipped up and down, singing—

“Hum-a-bum! Buzz! Buzz! Hum-a-bum hum-a-bum hum-a-bum hum-
Tipple-tine was on my mind as I was going over it.
I came across a herd of beautiful pigs.
Some are yellow-nacked, while others are yellow-backed!
They were the wackiest pigs you'd ever seen.
That's the first time e'er went over the Tipple-tine.”

The impertinence of Nutkin made Old Mr. Brown roll up his eyes in disdain.
He, on the other hand, devoured the honey!

The squirrels stuffed their sacks full of nuts.

Nutkin, on the other hand, sat on a large flat rock and played ninepins with a crab apple and green fir cones.

On the sixth day, Saturday, the squirrels returned for the final time, bringing a freshly laid EGG in a small rush basket as a farewell gift for Old Brown.

Nutkin, on the other hand, dashed in front, laughing and shouting—

“Humpty Dumpty is in the beck,” says the narrator.
His neck was encircled by a white counterpane.
There are forty doctors and forty playwrights in this group.
It's impossible to set Humpty Dumpty right! ”

Mr. Brown was now interested in eggs; he opened one eye and then closed it again. But he remained silent.

Nutkin became increasingly obnoxious—

“Old Mr. B!” exclaims the narrator. Mr. B, you're getting old!
On the King's kitchen door, Hickamore, Hackamore;

All of the King's horses and men, all of the King's men, all of the King's horses, all of the King's men, all of the

Hickamore, Hackamore, Hickamore, Hickamore, Hickamore, Hickamore, Hickamore, H

Off the throne of the king's kitchen! ”
Nutkin swayed back and forth like a SUNBEAM, but Old Brown remained silent.

Nutkin started over—
“Authur O'Bower's band has disbanded,
He roars through the landscape!
With all his might, the King of Scots,
Arthur of the Bower cannot be turned! ”

Nutkin imitated the wind by making a whirring noise and leaping right onto the head of Old Brown!

Then, all of a sudden, there was a flutter, a scuffling, and a loud "Squeak!" ”

The other squirrels scurried into the undergrowth.

When they returned, warily peering behind the tree, they found Old Brown sitting on his doorstep, still, eyes closed, as if nothing had happened.


This appears to be the conclusion of the story, but it isn't.

Nutkin was dragged inside Old Brown's house by the tail, with the intention of skinning him; however, Nutkin pulled so hard that his tail broke in two, and he rushed up the staircase and fled out the attic window.

If you see Nutkin atop a tree today and ask him a riddle, he will toss sticks at you, stamp his feet, scold, and shout—

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This is a Tale about a tail — a tail that belonged to a little red squirrel, and his name was Nutkin.

Beatrix Potter, "The Tale of Squirrel Nutkin", 1.1

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This is Bhupati Barman.