But common caution they did not learn, because it did not seem to them either interesting or necessary.

So it was often just luck that got them out of scrapes, though they always thought it was their own cleverness.
"It was just lucky, of course, that day when they went exploring in the patch of dark woods down in the valley, that the big brown owl did not get one or the other of them.

He was asleep on a big dead branch as brown as himself, and looking so like a part of it that they were just going to alight, either upon him or within reach of his deadly clutch, when a red squirrel saw them and shrieked at them.

Two great, round, glaring orange eyes opened upon them from that brown prong of the branch, so suddenly that they gave two startled squawks and nearly fell to the ground.

How the red squirrel tittered, hating both the owl and the crows.