With a total lack of dignity the squirrel retired and stood, with erect tail, behind a tuft of coarse grass, wondering what had happened.
"Who Cares?" by Cosmo Hamilton
There was life, too, the natural life of grass and vine, the cheerful noise of birds and squirrels and bees.
"The Window-Gazer" by Isabel Ecclestone Mackay
He learned to see the rabbit in its form, the squirrels in the leafy trees, and the quails huddled in the grass.
"Our Vanishing Wild Life" by William T. Hornaday
When frost began to brown the grass and brighten the trees, the woods were full of boys, partridges and squirrels.
"Confessions of Boyhood" by John Albee
Prob'ly you'd like to go over to Wooded Island or something, in Jackson Park, and set on the grass and feed the squirrels.
"Gigolo" by Edna Ferber
There their attention was attracted to two large fox-squirrels lying on the grass.
"Captain Ted" by Louis Pendleton
He walked on all fours, climbed trees like a squirrel, and fed on grass and moss.
"Curiosities of Human Nature" by Anonymous
He was there, face down on the grass, and the squirrels were playing over his dead body and searching for crumbs.
"From the Five Rivers" by Flora Annie Steel