at last he was safe and sat trembling on the lowest branch of a beech-tree. the forest was a new world to him and he asked many questions of a fat, old gray squirrel. the gray squirrel was one of those people who know a great deal and think that they know a great, great deal, and want others to think so too. he was so very knowing and important that, although he answered all of mr. red squirrel's questions, he really did not tell him any of the things which he most wanted to know, and this is the way in which they talked: