Little Rabbit threw himself against the door as soon as it closed on Featherhead. But Old Barney had fastened the and it wouldn’t open. My! What a dreadful scuffling was going on inside.  
“Open the door! Open the door!” shouted the little rabbit, pounding on the wooden panels with his strong feet. But Old Barney Owl paid no attention. Maybe he had all he could do to hold Featherhead.
 
By and by it grew very quiet and Twinkle Tail peeped in through the keyhole, but he couldn’t see anything.
 
“Oh, dear me!” cried Little Jack Rabbit. “Perhaps Old Barney Owl has eaten Featherhead!” Poor Twinkle Tail’s heart almost stopped beating. Maybe it would have if he had known that the old owl had dragged his little brother squirrel upstairs by the tail.
 
“Snowballs and eggs! Snowballs and eggs!” muttered Old Barney, shaking Featherhead until his teeth . “You little ! You thought I couldn’t tell a snowball from an egg, eh?” and he gave the little squirrel another shake.
 
“Now I’m going to skin you and eat you for supper!”
 
Oh, dear me! How Featherhead trembled when he heard that.
 
Just then............