So by the time old Whiffet was ready to begin every bench was filled.
Whiffet Squirrel the tiniest of the three could think of more mischief than her two big brothers Skiffet and Skud put together.
“Turn to one—of our—old favorites,” poor old Whiffet murmured, still fumbling the pages of the book.
The kingbird will worry the hawk as a whiffet dog will worry a bear.
Needless to say Whiffet kept her plan a secret as she knew that Mother Squirrel would never consent.
