The very fact that he did not know made him angry--he's sometimes so quick-tempered, you know!" "I'm glad he didn't frighten me--so _very_ much!" murmured the Babe, beginning to forget the exact degree of his alarm.
"I noticed you got out of his way pretty smart!" said Uncle Andy, eyeing him from under shaggy brows.

"But perhaps that was just because you were in a hurry to tell me about it!" "No-o!" answered the Babe, hesitating but truthful.

"I thought perhaps he was going to bite my legs, and I didn't want him to." "That seems reasonable enough," agreed Uncle Andy heartily.

"No sensible person wants a fool woodchuck biting his legs." "But would he _really_ have bitten me ?" asked the Babe, beginning to think that perhaps he ought to go back and find the presumptuous little animal and kick him.
"As I think I've already said, you never can tell exactly what a woodchuck is going to do," replied Uncle Andy.

"You know that old rhyme about him: "'How much wood would a woodchuck chuck, If a woodchuck could chuck wood?
He'd chuck as much wood as a woodchuck could If a woodchuck could chuck wood.' "Now that goes to show what uncertainty people have about him.