When he had fixed things to suit him , he went down the ladder and carried it away with him . In the crotch of the tree he had left the queer thing that he had brought under his arm . In spite of his fears , Happy Jack was curious . Little by little he crept nearer . What he saw was a box with a round hole , just about big enough for him to go through , in one end , and in front of it a little shelf . On the shelf were some of the nuts that he liked best . For a long time Happy Jack looked and looked . Was it a trap ? Somehow he could n't believe that it was . What would Farmer Brown 's boy try to trap him for when they were such good friends ? At last the sight of the nuts was too much for him . It certainly was safe enough to help himself to those . How good they tasted ! Almost before he knew it , they were gone . Then he got up courage enough to peep inside . The box was filled with soft hay . It certainly did look inviting in there to a fellow who had no home and no place to go . He put his head inside . Finally he went wholly in . It was just as nice as it looked .
`` I believe , '' thought Happy Jack , `` that he made this little house just for me , and that he put all this hay in here XXXXX my bed .
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