After that they went on till they came among tall beech trees and Trufflehunter called out， “Pattertwig！ Pattertwig！ Pattertwig！” and almost at once， bounding down from branch to branch till he was just above their heads， came the most magnificent red squirrel that Caspian had ever seen. He was far bigger than the ordinary dumb squirrels which he had sometimes seen in the castle gardens； indeed he was nearly the size of a terrier and the moment youlooked in his face you saw that he could talk. Indeed the difficulty was to get him to stop talking， for， like all squirrels， he was a chatterer. He welcomed Caspian at once and asked if he would like a nut and Caspian said thanks， he would. But as Pattertwig went bounding away to fetch it， Trufflehunter whispered in Caspian’s ear， “Don‘t look. Look the other way. It’s very bad manners among squirrels to watch anyone going to his store or to look as if you wanted to know where it was.” Then Pattertwig came back with the nut and Caspian ate it and after that Pattertwig asked if he could take any messages to other friends. “For I can go nearly everywhere without setting foot to ground，” he said. Trufflehunter and the Dwarfs thought this a very good idea and gave Pattertwig messages to all sorts of people with queer names telling them all to come to a feast and council on Dancing Lawn at midnight three nights ahead. “And you‘d better tell the three Bulgies too，” added Trumpkin. “We forgot to mention it to them.”
