Title: The Adventures of Danny Meadow Mouse
Author: Burgess, Thornton W. (Thornton Waldo), 1874-1965
Language: English
As this book started as an ASCII text book there are no pictures available.


*** Start of this LibraryBlog Digital Book "The Adventures of Danny Meadow Mouse" ***

This book is indexed by ISYS Web Indexing system to allow the reader find any word or number within the document.

MOUSE***


The Bedtime Story-Books

THE ADVENTURES OF DANNY MEADOW MOUSE

by

THORNTON W. BURGESS

With Illustrations by Harrison Cady



[Illustration: Hooty the Owl carried Danny Meadow Mouse high in the
air. _See page 34_]



Boston
Little, Brown and Company
1944

Copyright 1915, 1944 by Thornton W. Burgess
All Rights Reserved, Including the Right to Reproduce
This Book or Portions Thereof in Any Form

Printed in the United States of America



CONTENTS


CHAPTER

      I  Danny Meadow Mouse Is Worried
     II  Danny Meadow Mouse and His Short Tail
    III  Danny Meadow Mouse Plays Hide and Seek
     IV  Old Granny Fox Tries for Danny Meadow Mouse
      V  What Happened on the Green Meadows
     VI  Danny Meadow Mouse Remembers and Reddy Fox Forgets
    VII  Old Granny Fox Tries a New Plan
   VIII  Brother North Wind Proves a Friend
     IX  Danny Meadow Mouse Is Caught at Last
      X  A Strange Ride and How It Ended
     XI  Peter Rabbit Gets a Fright
    XII  The Old Briar-patch Has a New Tenant
   XIII  Peter Rabbit Visits the Peach Orchard
    XIV  Farmer Brown Sets a Trap
     XV  Peter Rabbit Is Caught in a Snare
    XVI  Peter Rabbit's Hard Journey
   XVII  Danny Meadow Mouse Becomes Worried
  XVIII  Danny Meadow Mouse Returns a Kindness
    XIX  Peter Rabbit and Danny Meadow Mouse Live High
     XX  Timid Danny Meadow Mouse
    XXI  An Exciting Day for Danny Meadow Mouse
   XXII  What Happened Next to Danny Meadow Mouse
  XXIII  Reddy Fox Grows Curious
   XXIV  Reddy Fox Loses His Temper



LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS


  Hooty the Owl carried Danny Meadow Mouse high in the air
      _frontispiece_
  Old Mr. Toad gave Danny some good advice
  Danny Meadow Mouse was laughing from another little doorway
  Hooty the Owl was hungry and cross
  Peter Rabbit was surprised to see Danny
  The tree trunks were wrapped in wire netting
  Danny gnawed the stake which held Peter
  Redtail the Hawk screamed with rage as Danny escaped



CHAPTER I

_Danny Meadow Mouse Is Worried_


Danny Meadow Mouse sat on his door-step with his chin in his hands,
and it was very plain to see that Danny had something on his mind.
He had only a nod for Jimmy Skunk, and even Peter Rabbit could get
no more than a grumpy "Good morning." It wasn't that he had been
caught napping the day before by Reddy Fox and nearly made an end
of. No, it wasn't that. Danny had learned his lesson, and Reddy
would never catch him again. It wasn't that he was all alone with no
one to play with. Danny was rather glad that he was alone. The fact
is, Danny Meadow Mouse was worried.

Now worry is one of the worst things in the world, and it didn't
seem as if there was anything that Danny Meadow Mouse need worry
about. But you know it is the easiest thing in the world to find
something to worry over and make yourself uncomfortable about. And
when you make yourself uncomfortable, you are almost sure to make
everyone around you equally uncomfortable. It was so with Danny
Meadow Mouse. Striped Chipmunk had twice called him "Cross Patch"
that morning, and Johnny Chuck, who had fought Reddy Fox for him the
day before, had called him "Grumpy." And what do you think was the
matter with Danny Meadow Mouse? Why, he was worrying because his
tail was short. Yes, sir, that is all that ailed Danny Meadow Mouse
that bright morning.

You know some people let their looks make them miserable. They worry
because they are homely or freckled, or short or tall, or thin or
stout, all of which is very foolish. And Danny Meadow Mouse was just
as foolish in worrying because his tail was short.

It is short! It certainly is all of that! Danny never had realized
how short until he chanced to meet his cousin Whitefoot, who lives
in the Green Forest. He was very elegantly dressed, but the most
imposing thing about him was his long, slim, beautiful tail. Danny
had at once become conscious of his own stubby little tail, and he
had hardly had pride enough to hold his head up as became an honest
Meadow Mouse. Ever since he had been thinking and thinking, and
wondering how his family came to have such short tails. Then he grew
envious and began to wish and wish and wish that he could have a
long tail like his cousin Whitefoot.

He was so busy wishing that he had a long tail that he quite forgot
to take care of the tail he did have, and he pretty nearly lost it
and his life with it. Old Whitetail the Marsh Hawk spied Danny
sitting there moping on his doorstep, and came sailing over the tops
of the meadow grasses so softly that he all but caught Danny. If it
hadn't been for one of the Merry Little Breezes, Danny would have
been caught. And all because he was envious. It's a bad, bad habit.



CHAPTER II

_Danny Meadow Mouse and His Short Tail_


All Danny Meadow Mouse could think about was his short tail. He was
so ashamed of it that whenever anyone passed, he crawled out of
sight so that they should not see how short his tail was. Instead of
playing in the sunshine as he used to do, he sat and sulked. Pretty
soon his friends began to pass without stopping. Finally one day old
Mr. Toad sat down in front of Danny and began to ask questions.

"What's the matter?" asked old Mr. Toad.

"Nothing," replied Danny Meadow Mouse.

"I don't suppose there really is anything the matter, but what do
you think is the matter?" said old Mr. Toad.

Danny fidgeted, and old Mr. Toad looked up at jolly, round, red Mr.
Sun and winked. "Sun is just as bright as ever, isn't it?" he
inquired.

"Yes," said Danny.

"Got plenty to eat and drink, haven't you?" continued Mr. Toad.

"Yes," said Danny.

"Seems to me that that is a pretty good-looking suit of clothes
you're wearing," said Mr. Toad, eyeing Danny critically. "Sunny
weather, plenty to eat and drink, and good clothes--must be you
don't know when you're well off, Danny Meadow Mouse."

Danny hung his head. Finally he looked up and caught a kindly
twinkle in old Mr. Toad's eyes. "Mr. Toad, how can I get a long tail
like my cousin Whitefoot of the Green Forest?" he asked.

"So that's what's the matter! Ha! ha! ha! Danny Meadow Mouse, I'm
ashamed of you! I certainly am ashamed of you!" said Mr. Toad. "What
good would a long tail do you? Tell me that."

For a minute Danny didn't know just what to say. "I--I--I'd look so
much better if I had a long tail," he ventured.

Old Mr. Toad just laughed. "You never saw a Meadow Mouse with a long
tail, did you? Of course not. What a sight it would be! Why,
everybody on the Green Meadows would laugh themselves sick at the
sight! You see you need to be slim and trim and handsome to carry a
long tail well. And then what a nuisance it would be! You would
always have to be thinking of your tail and taking care to keep it
out of harm's way. Look at me. I'm homely. Some folks call me ugly
to look at. But no one tries to catch me as Farmer Brown's boy does
Billy Mink because of his fine coat; and no one wants to put me in a
cage because of a fine voice. I am satisfied to be just as I am, and
if you'll take my advice, Danny Meadow Mouse, you'll be satisfied to
be just as you are."

[Illustration: Old Mr. Toad gave Danny some good advice.]

"Perhaps you are right," said Danny Meadow Mouse after a little.
"I'll try."



CHAPTER III

_Danny Meadow Mouse Plays Hide and Seek_


Life is always a game of hide and seek to Danny Meadow Mouse. You
see, he is such a fat little fellow that there are a great many
other furry-coated people, and almost as many who wear feathers, who
would gobble Danny up for breakfast or for dinner if they could.
Some of them pretend to be his friends, but Danny always keeps his
eyes open when they are around and always begins to play hide and
seek. Peter Rabbit and Jimmy Skunk and Striped Chipmunk and Happy
Jack Squirrel are all friends whom he can trust, but he always has a
bright twinkling eye open for Reddy Fox and Billy Mink and Shadow
the Weasel and old Whitetail the Marsh Hawk, and several more,
especially Hooty the Owl at night.

Now Danny Meadow Mouse is a stout-hearted little fellow, and when
rough Brother North Wind came shouting across the Green Meadows,
tearing to pieces the snow clouds and shaking out the snowflakes
until they covered the Green Meadows deep, deep, deep, Danny just
snuggled down in his warm coat in his snug little house of grass and
waited. Danny liked the snow. Yes, sir, Danny Meadow Mouse liked the
snow. He just loved to dig in it and make tunnels. Through those
tunnels in every direction he could go where he pleased and when he
pleased without being seen by anybody. It was great fun!

Every little way he made a little round doorway up beside a stiff
stalk of grass. Out of this he could peep at the white world, and he
could get the fresh cold air. Sometimes, when he was quite sure that
no one was around, he would scamper across on top of the snow from
one doorway to another, and when he did this, he made the prettiest
little footprints.

Now Reddy Fox knew all about those doorways and who made them. Reddy
was having hard work to get enough to eat this cold weather, and he
was hungry most of the time. One morning, as he came tiptoeing
softly over the meadows, what should he see just ahead of him but
the head of Danny Meadow Mouse pop out of one of those little round
doorways. Reddy's mouth watered, and he stole forward more softly
than ever. When he got within jumping distance, he drew his stout
hind legs under him and made ready to spring. Presto! Danny Meadow
Mouse had disappeared! Reddy Fox jumped just the same and began to
dig as fast as he could make his paws go. He could smell Danny
Meadow Mouse and that made him almost frantic.

All the time Danny Meadow Mouse was scurrying along one of his
little tunnels, and when finally Reddy Fox stopped digging because
he was quite out of breath, Danny popped his head out of another
little doorway and laughed at Reddy. Of course Reddy saw him, and of
course Reddy tried to catch him there, and dug frantically just as
before. And of course Danny Meadow Mouse wasn't there.

After a while Reddy Fox grew tired of this kind of a game and tried
another plan. The next time he saw Danny Meadow Mouse stick his head
out, Reddy pretended not to see him. He stretched himself out on the
ground and made believe that he was very tired and sleepy. He closed
his eyes. Then he opened them just the tiniest bit, so that he could
see Danny Meadow Mouse and yet seem to be asleep. Danny watched him
for a long time. Then he chuckled to himself and dropped out of
sight.

No sooner was he gone than Reddy Fox stole over close to the little
doorway and waited. "He'll surely stick his head out again to see if
I'm asleep, and then I'll have him," said Reddy to himself. So he
waited and waited and waited. By and by he turned his head. There
was Danny Meadow Mouse at another little doorway laughing at him!

[Illustration: Danny Meadow Mouse was laughing from another little
doorway.]



CHAPTER IV

_Old Granny Fox Tries for Danny Meadow Mouse_


Danny Meadow Mouse had not enjoyed anything so much for a long time
as he did that game of hide and seek. He tickled and chuckled all
the afternoon as he thought about it. Of course Reddy had been "it."
He had been "it" all the time, for never once had he caught Danny
Meadow Mouse. If he had--well, there wouldn't have been any more
stories about Danny Meadow Mouse, because there wouldn't have been
any Danny Meadow Mouse any more.

But Danny never let himself think about this. He had enjoyed the
game all the more because it had been such a dangerous game. It had
been such fun to dive into one of his little round doorways in the
snow, run along one of his own little tunnels, and then peep out at
another doorway and watch Reddy Fox digging as fast as ever he could
at the doorway Danny had just left. Finally Reddy had given up in
disgust and gone off muttering angrily to try to find something else
for dinner. Danny had sat up on the snow and watched him go. In his
funny little squeaky voice Danny shouted:

  "Though Reddy Fox is smart and sly,
    Hi-hum-diddle-de-o!
  I'm just as smart and twice as spry.
    Hi-hum-diddle-de-o!"

That night Reddy Fox told old Granny Fox all about how he had tried
to catch Danny Meadow Mouse. Granny listened with her head cocked on
one side. When Reddy told how fat Danny Meadow Mouse was, her mouth
watered. You see now that snow covered the Green Meadows and the
Green Forest, Granny and Reddy Fox had hard work to get enough to
eat, and they were hungry most of the time.

"I'll go with you down on the meadows to-morrow morning, and then
we'll see if Danny Meadow Mouse is as smart as he thinks he is,"
said Granny Fox.

So, bright and early the next morning, old Granny Fox and Reddy Fox
went down on the meadows where Danny Meadow Mouse lives. Danny had
felt in his bones that Reddy would come back, so he was watching,
and he saw them as soon as they came out of the Green Forest. When
he saw old Granny Fox, Danny's heart beat a little faster than
before, for he knew that Granny Fox is very smart and very wise and
has learned most of the tricks of all the other little meadow and
forest people.

"This is going to be a more exciting game than the other," said
Danny to himself, and scurried down out of sight to see that all his
little tunnels were clear so that he could run fast through them if
he had to. Then he peeped out of one of his little doorways hidden
in a clump of tall grass.

Old Granny Fox set Reddy to hunting for Danny's little round
doorways, and as fast as he found them, Granny came up and sniffed
at each. She knew that she could tell by the smell which one he had
been at last. Finally she came straight towards the tall bunch of
grass. Danny ducked down and scurried along one of his little
tunnels. He heard Granny Fox sniff at the doorway he had just left.
Suddenly something plunged down through the snow right at his very
heels. Danny didn't have to look to know that it was Granny Fox
herself, and he squeaked with fright.



CHAPTER V

_What Happened on the Green Meadows_


Thick and fast things were happening to Danny Meadow Mouse down on
the snow-covered Green Meadows. Rather, they were almost happening.
He hadn't minded when Reddy Fox all alone tried to catch him.
Indeed, he had made a regular game of hide and seek of it and had
enjoyed it immensely. But now it was different. Granny Fox wasn't so
easily fooled as Reddy Fox. Just Granny alone would have made the
game dangerous for Danny Meadow Mouse. But Reddy was with her, and
so Danny had two to look out for, and he got so many frights that it
seemed to him as if his heart had moved right up into his mouth and
was going to stay there. Yes, sir, that is just how it seemed.

Down in his little tunnels underneath the snow Danny Meadow Mouse
felt perfectly safe from Reddy Fox, who would stop and dig
frantically at the little round doorway where he had last seen
Danny. But old Granny Fox knew all about those little tunnels, and
she didn't waste any time digging at the doorways. Instead she
cocked her sharp little ears and listened with all her might. Now
Granny Fox has very keen ears, oh, very keen ears, and she heard
just what she hoped she would hear. She heard Danny Meadow Mouse
running along one of his little tunnels under the snow.

Plunge! Old Granny Fox dived right into the snow and right through
into the tunnel of Danny Meadow Mouse. Her two black paws actually
touched Danny's tail. He was glad then that it was no longer.

"Ha!" cried Granny Fox, "I almost got him that time!"

Then she ran ahead a little way over the snow, listening as before.
Plunge! Into the snow she went again. It was lucky for him that
Danny had just turned into another tunnel, for otherwise she would
surely have caught him.

Granny Fox blew the snow out of her nose. "Next time I'll get him!"
said she.

Now Reddy Fox is quick to learn, especially when it is a way to get
something to eat. He watched Granny Fox, and when he understood what
she was doing, he made up his mind to have a try himself, for he was
afraid that if she caught Danny Meadow Mouse, she would think that
he was not big enough to divide. Perhaps that was because Reddy is
very selfish himself. So the next time Granny plunged into the snow
and missed Danny Meadow Mouse just as before, Reddy rushed in ahead
of her, and the minute he heard Danny running down below, he plunged
in just as he had seen Granny do. But he didn't take the pains to
make sure of just where Danny was, and so of course he didn't come
anywhere near him. But he frightened Danny still more and made old
Granny Fox lose her temper.

Poor Danny Meadow Mouse! He had never been so frightened in all his
life. He didn't know which way to turn or where to run. And so he
sat still, which, although he didn't know it, was the very best
thing he could do. When he sat still he made no noise, and so of
course Granny and Reddy Fox could not tell where he was. Old Granny
Fox sat and listened and listened and listened, and wondered where
Danny Meadow Mouse was. And down under the snow Danny Meadow Mouse
sat and listened and listened and listened, and wondered where
Granny and Reddy Fox were.

"Pooh!" said Granny Fox after a while, "that Meadow Mouse thinks he
can fool me by sitting still. I'll give him a scare."

Then she began to plunge into the snow this way and that way, and
sure enough, pretty soon she landed so close to Danny Meadow Mouse
that one of her claws scratched him.



CHAPTER VI

_Danny Meadow Mouse Remembers and Reddy Fox Forgets_


"There he goes!" cried old Granny Fox. "Don't let him sit still
again!"

"I hear him!" shouted Reddy Fox, and plunged down into the snow just
as Granny Fox had done a minute before. But he didn't catch
anything, and when he had blown the snow out of his nose and wiped
it out of his eyes, he saw Granny Fox dive into the snow with no
better luck.

"Never mind," said Granny Fox, "as long as we keep him running, we
can hear him, and some one of these times we'll catch him. Pretty
soon he'll get too tired to be so spry, and when he is--" Granny
didn't finish, but licked her chops and smacked her lips. Reddy Fox
grinned, then licked his chops and smacked his lips. Then once more
they took turns diving into the snow.

And down underneath in the little tunnels he had made, Danny Meadow
Mouse was running for his life. He was getting tired, just as old
Granny Fox had said he would. He was almost out of breath. He was
sore and one leg smarted, for in one of her jumps old Granny Fox had
so nearly caught him that her claws had torn his pants and scratched
him.

"Oh, dear! Oh, dear! If only I had time to think!" panted Danny
Meadow Mouse, and then he squealed in still greater fright as Reddy
Fox crashed down into his tunnel right at his very heels. "I've got
to get somewhere! I've got to get somewhere where they can't get at
me!" he sobbed. And right that very instant he remembered the old
fence-post!

The old fence-post lay on the ground and was hollow. Fastened to it
were long wires with sharp cruel barbs. Danny had made a tunnel over
to that old fence-post the very first day after the snow came, for
in that hollow in the old post he had a secret store of seeds. Why
hadn't he thought of it before? It must have been because he was too
frightened to think. But he remembered now, and he dodged into the
tunnel that led to the old fence-post, running faster than ever, for
though his heart was in his mouth from fear, in his heart was hope,
and hope is a wonderful thing.

Now old Granny Fox knew all about that old fence-post and she
remembered all about those barbed wires fastened to it. Although
they were covered with snow she knew just about where they lay, and
just before she reached them she stopped plunging down into the
snow. Reddy Fox knew about those wires; too, but he was so excited
that he forgot all about them.

"Stop!" cried old Granny Fox sharply.

But Reddy Fox didn't hear, or if he heard he didn't heed. His sharp
ears could hear Danny Meadow Mouse running almost underneath him.
Granny Fox could stop if she wanted to, but he was going to have
Danny Meadow Mouse for his breakfast! Down into the snow he plunged
as hard as ever he could.

"Oh! Oh! Wow! Wow! Oh, dear! Oh, dear!"

That wasn't the voice of Danny Meadow Mouse. Oh, my, no! It was the
voice of Reddy Fox. Yes, sir, it was the voice of Reddy Fox. He had
landed with one of his black paws right on one of those sharp wire
barbs, and it did hurt dreadfully.

"I never did know a young Fox who could get into as much trouble as
you can!" snapped old Granny Fox, as Reddy hobbled along on three
legs behind her, across the snow-covered Green Meadows. "It serves
you right for forgetting!"

"Yes'm," said Reddy meekly.

And safe in the hollow of the old fence-post, Danny Meadow Mouse was
dressing the scratch on his leg made by the claws of old Granny Fox.



CHAPTER VII

_Old Granny Fox Tries a New Plan_


Old Granny Fox kept thinking about Danny Meadow Mouse. She knew that
he was fat, and it made her mouth water every time she thought of
him. She made up her mind that she must and would have him. She knew
that Danny had been very, very much frightened when she and Reddy
Fox had tried so hard to catch him by plunging down through the snow
into his little tunnels after him, and she felt pretty sure that he
wouldn't go far away from the old fence-post, in the hollow of which
he was snug and safe.

Old Granny Fox is very smart. "Danny Meadow Mouse won't put his nose
out of that old fence-post for a day or two. Then he'll get tired of
staying inside all the time, and he'll peep out of one of his little
round doorways to see if the way is clear. If he doesn't see any
danger, he'll come out and run around on top of the snow to get some
of the seeds in the tops of the tall grasses that stick out through
the snow. If nothing frightens him, he'll keep going, a little
farther and a little farther from that old fence-post. I must see to
it that Danny Meadow Mouse isn't frightened for a few days." So said
old Granny Fox to herself, as she lay under a hemlock tree, studying
how she could best get the next meal.

Then she called Reddy Fox to her and forbade him to go down on the
meadows until she should tell him he might. Reddy grumbled and
mumbled and didn't see why he shouldn't go where he pleased, but he
didn't dare disobey. You see he had a sore foot. He had hurt it on a
wire barb when he was plunging through the snow after Danny Meadow
Mouse, and now he had to run on three legs. That meant that he must
depend upon Granny Fox to help him get enough to eat. So Reddy
didn't dare to disobey.

It all came out just as Granny Fox had thought it would. Danny
Meadow Mouse _did_ get tired of staying in the old fence-post. He
_did_ peep out first, and then he _did_ run a little way on the
snow, and then a little farther and a little farther. But all the
time he took great care not to get more than a jump or two from one
of his little round doorways leading down to his tunnels under the
snow.

Hidden on the edge of the Green Forest, Granny Fox watched him. She
looked up at the sky, and she knew that it was going to snow again.
"That's good," said she. "Tomorrow morning I'll have fat Meadow
Mouse for breakfast," and she smiled a hungry smile.

The next morning, before jolly, round, red Mr. Sun was out of bed,
old Granny Fox trotted down onto the meadows and straight over to
where, down under the snow, lay the old fence-post. It had snowed
again, and all the little doorways of Danny Meadow Mouse were
covered up with soft, fleecy snow. Behind Granny Fox limped Reddy
Fox, grumbling to himself.

When they reached the place where the old fence-post lay buried
under the snow, old Granny Fox stretched out as flat as she could.
Then she told Reddy to cover her up with the new soft snow. Reddy
did as he was told, but all the time he grumbled. "Now you go off to
the Green Forest and keep out of sight," said Granny Fox. "By and by
I'll bring you some Meadow Mouse for your breakfast," and Granny Fox
chuckled to think how smart she was and how she was going to catch
Danny Meadow Mouse.



CHAPTER VIII

_Brother North Wind Proves a Friend_


Danny Meadow Mouse had seen nothing of old Granny Fox or Reddy Fox
for several days. Every morning the first thing he did, even before
he had breakfast, was to climb up to one of his little round
doorways and peep out over the beautiful white meadows, to see if
there was any danger near. But every time he did this, Danny used a
different doorway. "For," said Danny to himself, "if any one should
happen, just happen, to see me this morning, they might be waiting
just outside my doorway to catch me to-morrow morning." You see
there is a great deal of wisdom in the little head that Danny Meadow
Mouse carries on his shoulders.

But the first day and the second day and the third day he saw
nothing of old Granny Fox or of Reddy Fox, and he began to enjoy
running through his tunnels under the snow and scurrying across from
one doorway to another on top of the snow, just as he had before the
Foxes had tried so hard to catch him. But he hadn't forgotten, as
Granny Fox had hoped he would. No, indeed, Danny Meadow Mouse hadn't
forgotten. He was too wise for that.

One morning, when he started to climb up to one of his little
doorways, he found that it was closed. Yes, sir, it was closed. In
fact, there wasn't any doorway. More snow had fallen from the clouds
in the night and had covered up every one of the little round
doorways of Danny Meadow Mouse.

"Ha!" said Danny, "I shall have a busy day, a very busy day, opening
all my doorways. I'll eat my breakfast, and then I'll go to work."

So Danny Meadow Mouse ate a good breakfast of seeds which he had
stored in the hollow in the old fence-post buried under the snow,
and then he began work on the nearest doorway. It really wasn't work
at all, for you see the snow was soft and light, and Danny dearly
loved to dig in it. In a few minutes he had made a wee hole through
which he could peep up at jolly, round Mr. Sun. In a few minutes
more he had made it big enough to put his head out. He looked this
way and he looked that way. Far, far off on the top of a tree he
could see old Roughleg the Hawk, but he was so far away that Danny
didn't fear him at all.

"I don't see anything or anybody to be afraid of," said Danny and
poked his head out a little farther.

Then he sat and studied everything around him a long, long time. It
was a beautiful white world, a very beautiful white world.
Everything was so white and pure and beautiful that it didn't seem
possible that harm or danger for anyone could even be thought of.
But Danny Meadow Mouse learned long ago that things are not always
what they seem, and so he sat with just his little head sticking out
of his doorway and studied and studied. Just a little way off was a
little heap of snow.

"I don't remember that," said Danny. "And I don't remember anything
that would make that. There isn't any little bush or old log or
anything underneath it. Perhaps rough Brother North Wind heaped it
up, just for fun."

But all the time Danny Meadow Mouse kept studying and studying that
little heap of snow. Pretty soon he saw rough Brother North Wind
coming his way and tossing the snow about as he came. He caught a
handful from the top of the little heap of snow that Danny was
studying, and when he had passed, Danny's sharp eyes saw something
red there. It was just the color of the cloak old Granny Fox wears.

  "Granny Fox, you can't fool me!
  I see you plain as plain can be!"

shouted Danny Meadow Mouse and dropped down out of sight, while old
Granny Fox shook the snow from her red cloak and, with a snarl of
disappointment and anger, slowly started for the Green Forest, where
Reddy Fox was waiting for her.



CHAPTER IX

_Danny Meadow Mouse Is Caught at Last_


  "Tippy-toppy-tippy-toe,
  Play and frolic in the snow!
  Now you see me! Now you don't!
  Think you'll catch me, but you won't!
  Tippy-toppy-tippy-toe,
  Oh, such fun to play in snow!"

Danny Meadow Mouse sang this, or at least he tried to sing it, as he
skipped about on the snow that covered the Green Meadows. But Danny
Meadow Mouse has such a little voice, such a funny little squeaky
voice, that had you been there you probably would never have guessed
that he was singing. He thought he was, though, and was enjoying it
just as much as if he had the most beautiful voice in the world. You
know singing is nothing in the world but happiness in the heart
making itself heard.

Oh, yes, Danny Meadow Mouse was happy! Why shouldn't he have been?
Hadn't he proved himself smarter than old Granny Fox? That is
something to make anyone happy. Some folks may fool Granny Fox once;
some may fool her twice; but there are very few who can keep right
on fooling her until she gives up in disgust. That is just what
Danny Meadow Mouse had done, and he felt very smart and of course he
felt very happy.

So Danny sang his little song and skipped about in the moonlight,
and dodged in and out of his little round doorways, and all the time
kept his sharp little eyes open for any sign of Granny Fox or Reddy
Fox. But with all his smartness, Danny forgot. Yes, sir, Danny
forgot one thing. He forgot to watch up in the sky. He knew that of
course old Roughleg the Hawk was asleep, so he had nothing to fear
from him. But he never once thought of Hooty the Owl.

Dear me, dear me! Forgetting is a dreadful habit. If nobody ever
forgot, there wouldn't be nearly so much trouble in the world. No,
indeed, there wouldn't be nearly so much trouble. And Danny Meadow
Mouse forgot. He skipped and sang and was happy as could be, and
never once thought to watch up in the sky.

Over in the Green Forest Hooty the Owl had had poor hunting, and he
was feeling cross. You see, Hooty was hungry, and hunger is apt to
make one feel cross. The longer he hunted, the hungrier and crosser
he grew. Suddenly he thought of Danny Meadow Mouse.

[Illustration: Hooty the Owl was hungry and cross.]

"I suppose he is asleep somewhere safe and snug under the snow,"
grumbled Hooty, "but he might be, he just _might_ be out for a
frolic in the moonlight. I believe I'll go down on the meadows and
see."

Now Hooty the Owl can fly without making the teeniest, weeniest
sound. It seems as if he just drifts along through the air like a
great shadow. Now he spread his great wings and floated out over the
meadows. You know Hooty can see as well at night as most folks can
by day, and it was not long before he saw Danny Meadow Mouse
skipping about on the snow and dodging in and out of his little
round doorways. Hooty's great eyes grew brighter and fiercer.
Without a sound he floated through the moonlight until he was just
over Danny Meadow Mouse.

Too late Danny looked up. His little song ended in a tiny squeak of
fear, and he started for his nearest little round doorway. Hooty the
Owl reached down with his long cruel claws and--Danny Meadow Mouse
was caught at last!



CHAPTER X

_A Strange Ride and How It Ended_


Danny Meadow Mouse often had sat watching Skimmer the Swallow
sailing around up in the blue, blue sky. He had watched Ol' Mistah
Buzzard go up, up, up, until he was nothing but a tiny speck, and
Danny had wondered how it would seem to be way up above the Green
Meadows and the Green Forest and look down. It had seemed to him
that it must be very wonderful and beautiful. Sometimes he had
wished that he had wings and could go up in the air and look down.
And now here he was, he, Danny Meadow Mouse, actually doing that
very thing!

But Danny could see nothing wonderful or beautiful now. No, indeed!
Everything was terrible, for you see Danny Meadow Mouse wasn't
flying himself. He was being carried. Yes, sir, Danny Meadow Mouse
was being carried through the air in the cruel claws of Hooty the
Owl! And all because Danny had forgotten--forgotten to watch up in
the sky for danger.

Poor, poor Danny Meadow Mouse! Hooty's great cruel claws hurt him
dreadfully! But it wasn't the pain that was the worst. No, indeed!
It wasn't the pain! It was the thought of what would happen when
Hooty reached his home in the Green Forest, for he knew that there
Hooty would gobble him up, bones and all. As he flew, Hooty kept
chuckling, and Danny Meadow Mouse knew just what those chuckles
meant. They meant that Hooty was thinking of the good meal he was
going to have.

Hanging there in Hooty's great cruel claws, Danny looked down on the
snow-covered Green Meadows he loved so well. They seemed a
frightfully long way below him, though really they were not far at
all, for Hooty was flying very low. But Danny Meadow Mouse had never
in all his life been so high up before, and so it seemed to him that
he was way, way up in the sky, and he shut his eyes so as not to
see. But he couldn't keep them shut. No, sir, he couldn't keep them
shut! He just _had_ to keep opening them. There was the dear old
Green Forest drawing nearer and nearer. It always had looked very
beautiful to Danny Meadow Mouse, but now it looked terrible, very
terrible indeed, because over in it, hidden away there in some dark
place, was the home of Hooty the Owl.

Just ahead of him was the Old Briar-patch where Peter Rabbit lives
so safely. Every old bramble in it was covered with snow and it was
very, very beautiful. Really everything was just as beautiful as
ever--the moonlight, the Green Forest, the snow-covered Green
Meadows, the Old Briar-patch. The only change was in Danny Meadow
Mouse himself, and it was all because he had forgotten.

Suddenly Danny began to wriggle and struggle. "Keep still!" snapped
Hooty the Owl.

But Danny only struggled harder than ever. It seemed to him that
Hooty wasn't holding him as tightly as at first. He felt one of
Hooty's claws slip. It tore his coat and hurt dreadfully, but it
slipped! The fact is, Hooty had only grabbed Danny Meadow Mouse by
the loose part of his coat, and up in the air he couldn't get hold
of Danny any better. Danny kicked, squirmed and twisted, and
twisted, squirmed, and kicked. He felt his coat tear and of course
the skin with it, but he kept right on, for now he was hanging
almost free. Hooty had started down now, so as to get a better hold.
Danny gave one more kick and then--he felt himself falling!

Danny Meadow Mouse shut his eyes and held his breath. Down, down,
down he fell. It seemed to him that he never would strike the
snow-covered meadows! Really he fell only a very little distance.
But it seemed a terrible distance to Danny. He hit something that
scratched him, and then plump! he landed in the soft snow right in
the very middle of the Old Briar-patch, and the last thing he
remembered was hearing the scream of disappointment and rage of
Hooty the Owl.



CHAPTER XI

_Peter Rabbit Gets a Fright_


Peter Rabbit sat in his favorite place in the middle of the dear Old
Briar-patch, trying to decide which way he would go on his travels
that night. The night before he had had a narrow escape from old
Granny Fox over in the Green Forest. There was nothing to eat around
the Smiling Pool and no one to talk to there any more, and you know
that Peter must either eat or ask questions in order to be perfectly
happy. No, the Smiling Pool was too dull a place to interest Peter
on such a beautiful moonlight night, and Peter had no mind to try
his legs against those of old Granny Fox again in the Green Forest.

Early that morning, just after Peter had settled down for his
morning nap, Tommy Tit the Chickadee had dropped into the dear Old
Briar-patch just to be neighborly. Peter was just dozing off when he
heard the cheeriest little voice in the world. It was saying:

  "Dee-dee-chickadee!
  I see you! Can you see me?"

Peter began to smile even before he could get his eyes open and look
up. There, right over his head, was Tommy Tit hanging head down from
a nodding old bramble. In a twinkling he was down on the snow right
in front of Peter, then up in the brambles again, right side up,
upside down, here, there, everywhere, never still a minute, and all
the time chattering away in the cheeriest little voice in the world.

  "Dee-dee-chickadee!
  I'm as happy as can be!
  Find it much the better way
  To be happy all the day.
  Dee-dee-chickadee!
  Everybody's good to me!"

"Hello, Tommy!" said Peter Rabbit. "Where'd you come from?"

"From Farmer Brown's new orchard up on the hill. It's a fine
orchard, Peter Rabbit, a fine orchard. I go there every morning for
my breakfast. If the winter lasts long enough, I'll have all the
trees cleaned up for Farmer Brown."

Peter looked puzzled. "What do you mean?" he asked.

"Just what I say," replied Tommy Tit, almost turning a somersault in
the air. "There's a million eggs of insects on those young peach
trees, but I'm clearing them all off as fast as I can. They're
mighty fine eating, Peter Rabbit, mighty fine eating!" And with that
Tommy Tit had said good-by and flitted away.

Peter was thinking of that young orchard now, as he sat in the
moonlight trying to make up his mind where to go. The thought of
those young peach trees made his mouth water. It was a long way up
to the orchard on the hill, a very long way, and Peter was wondering
if it really was safe to go. He had just about made up his mind to
try it, for Peter is very, very fond of the bark of young peach
trees, when thump! something dropped out of the sky at his very
feet.

It startled Peter so that he nearly tumbled over backward. And right
at the same instant came the fierce, angry scream of Hooty the Owl.
That almost made Peter's heart stop beating, although he knew that
Hooty couldn't get him down there in the Old Briar-patch. When Peter
got his wits together and his heart didn't go so jumpy, he looked to
see what had dropped so close to him out of the sky. His big eyes
grew bigger than ever, and he rubbed them to make quite sure that he
really saw what he thought he saw. Yes, there was no doubt about
it--there at his feet lay Danny Meadow Mouse!

[Illustration: Peter Rabbit was surprised to see Danny.]



CHAPTER XII

_The Old Briar-patch Has a New Tenant_


Danny Meadow Mouse slowly opened his eyes and then closed them again
quickly, as if afraid to look around. He could hear someone talking.
It was a pleasant voice, not at all like the terrible voice of Hooty
the Owl, which was the very last thing that Danny Meadow Mouse could
remember. Danny lay still a minute and listened.

"Why, Danny Meadow Mouse, where in the world did you drop from?"
asked the voice. It sounded like--why, very much like Peter Rabbit
speaking. Danny opened his eyes again. It _was_ Peter Rabbit.

"Where--where am I?" asked Danny Meadow Mouse in a very weak and
small voice.

"In the middle of the dear Old Briar-patch with me," replied Peter
Rabbit. "But how did you get here? You seemed to drop right out of
the sky."

Danny Meadow Mouse shuddered. Suddenly he remembered everything: how
Hooty the Owl had caught him in great cruel claws and had carried
him through the moonlight across the snow-covered Green Meadows; how
he had felt Hooty's claws slip and then had struggled and kicked and
twisted and turned until his coat had torn and he had dropped down,
down, down until he had landed in the soft snow and knocked all the
breath out of his little body. The very last thing he could remember
was Hooty's fierce scream of rage and disappointment. Danny
shuddered again.

Then a new thought came to him. He must get out of sight! Hooty
might catch him again! Danny tried to scramble to his feet.

"Ouch! Oh!" groaned Danny and lay still again.

"There, there. Keep still, Danny Meadow Mouse. There's nothing to be
afraid of here," said Peter Rabbit gently. His big eyes filled with
tears as he looked at Danny Meadow Mouse, for Danny was all torn and
hurt by the cruel claws of Hooty the Owl, and you know Peter has a
very tender heart.

So Danny lay still, and while Peter Rabbit tried to make him
comfortable and dress his hurts, he told Peter all about how he had
forgotten to watch up in the sky and so had been caught by Hooty the
Owl, and all about his terrible ride in Hooty's cruel claws.

"Oh, dear, whatever shall I do now?" he ended. "However shall I get
back home to my warm house of grass, my safe little tunnels under
the snow, and my little store of seeds in the snug hollow in the old
fence-post?"

Peter Rabbit looked thoughtful. "You can't do it," said he. "You
simply can't do it. It is such a long way for a little fellow like
you that it wouldn't be safe to try. If you went at night, Hooty the
Owl might catch you again. If you tried in daylight, old Roughleg
the Hawk would be almost sure to see you. And night or day old
Granny Fox or Reddy Fox might come snooping around, and if they did,
they would be sure to catch you. I tell you what, you stay right
here! The dear Old Briar-patch is the safest place in the world.
Why, just think, here you can come out in broad daylight and laugh
at Granny and Reddy Fox and at old Roughleg the Hawk, because the
good old brambles will keep them out, if they try to get you. You
can make just as good tunnels under the snow here as you had there,
and there are lots and lots of seeds on the ground to eat. You know
I don't care for them myself. I'm lonesome sometimes, living here
all alone. You stay here, and we'll have the Old Briar-patch to
ourselves."

Danny Meadow Mouse looked at Peter gratefully. "I will, and thank
you ever so much, Peter Rabbit," he said.

And this is how the dear Old Briar-patch happened to have another
tenant.



CHAPTER XIII

_Peter Rabbit Visits the Peach Orchard_


"Don't go, Peter Rabbit! Don't go!" begged Danny Meadow Mouse.

Peter hopped to the edge of the Old Briar-patch and looked over the
moonlit, snow-covered meadows to the hill back of Farmer Brown's
house. On that hill was the young peach orchard of which Tommy Tit
the Chickadee had told him, and ever since Peter's mouth had watered
and watered every time he thought of those young peach trees and the
tender bark on them.

"I think I will, Danny, just this once," said Peter. "It's a long
way, and I've never been there before; but I guess it's just as safe
as the Meadows or the Green Forest.

  "Oh I'm as bold as bold can be!
    Sing hoppy-hippy-hippy-hop-o!
  I'll hie me forth the world to see!
    Sing hoppy-hippy-hippy-hop-o!
      My ears are long,
      My legs are strong,
      So now good day;
      I'll hie away!
    Sing hoppy-hippy-hippy-hop-o!"

And with that, Peter Rabbit left the dear safe Old Briar-patch, and
away he went lipperty-lipperty-lip, across the Green Meadows towards
the hill and the young orchard back of Farmer Brown's house.

Danny Meadow Mouse watched him go and shook his head in disapproval.
"Foolish, foolish, foolish!" he said over and over to himself. "Why
can't Peter be content with the good things that he has?"

Peter Rabbit hurried along through the moonlight, stopping every few
minutes to sit up to look and listen. He heard the fierce hunting
call of Hooty the Owl way over in the Green Forest, so he felt sure
that at present there was nothing to fear from him. He knew that
since their return to the Green Meadows and the Green Forest, Granny
and Reddy Fox had kept away from Farmer Brown's, so he did not worry
about them.

All in good time Peter came to the young orchard. It was just as
Tommy Tit the Chickadee had told him. Peter hopped up to the nearest
peach tree and nibbled the bark. My, how good it tasted! He went all
around the tree, stripping off the bark. He stood up on his long
hind legs and reached as high as he could. Then he dug the snow away
and ate down as far as he could. When he could get no more tender
young bark, he went on to the next tree.

Now though Peter didn't know it, he was in the very worst kind of
mischief. You see, when he took off all the bark all the way around
the young peach tree he killed the tree, for you know it is on the
inside of the bark that the sap which gives life to a tree and makes
it grow goes up from the roots to all the branches. So when Peter
ate the bark all the way around the trunk of the young tree, he had
made it impossible for the sap to come up in the spring. Oh, it was
the worst kind of mischief that Peter Rabbit was in.

But Peter didn't know it, and he kept right on filling that big
stomach of his and enjoying it so much that he forgot to watch out
for danger. Suddenly, just as he had begun on another tree, a great
roar right behind him made him jump almost out of his skin. He knew
that voice, and without waiting to even look behind him, he started
for the stone wall on the other side of the orchard. Right at his
heels, his great mouth wide open, was Bowser the Hound.



CHAPTER XIV

_Farmer Brown Sets a Trap_


Peter Rabbit was in trouble. He had got into mischief and now, like
everyone who gets into mischief, he wished that he hadn't. The worst
of it was that he was a long way from his home in the dear Old
Briar-patch, and he didn't know how he ever could get back there
again. Where was he? Why, in the stone wall on one side of Farmer
Brown's young peach orchard. How Peter blessed the old stone wall in
which he had found a safe hiding-place! Bowser had hung around
nearly all night, so that Peter had not dared to try to go home. Now
it was daylight, and Peter knew it would not be safe to put his nose
outside.

Peter was worried, so worried that he couldn't go to sleep as he
usually does in the daytime. So he sat hidden in the old wall and
waited and watched. By and by he saw Farmer Brown and Farmer Brown's
boy come out into the orchard. Right away they saw the mischief
which Peter had done, and he could tell by the sound of their voices
that they were very, very angry. They went away, but before long
they were back again, and all day long Peter watched them work
putting something around each of the young peach-trees. Peter grew
so curious that he forgot all about his troubles and how far away
from home he was. He could hardly wait for night to come so that he
might see what they had been doing.

Just as jolly, round, red Mr. Sun started to go to bed behind the
Purple Hills, Farmer Brown and his boy started back to the house.
Farmer Brown was smiling now.

"I guess that will fix him!" he said.

"Now what does he mean by that?" thought Peter. "Whom will it fix?
Can it be me? I don't need any fixing."

He waited just as long as he could. When all was still, and the
moonlight had begun to make shadows of the trees on the snow, Peter
very cautiously crept out of his hiding-place. Bowser the Hound was
nowhere in sight, and everything was as quiet and peaceful as it had
been when he first came into the orchard the night before. Peter had
fully made up his mind to go straight home as fast as his long legs
would take him, but his dreadful curiosity insisted that first he
must find out what Farmer Brown and his boy had been doing to the
young peach trees.

So Peter hurried over to the nearest tree. All around the trunk of
the tree, from the ground clear up higher than Peter could reach,
was wrapped wire netting. Peter couldn't get so much as a nibble of
the delicious bark. He hadn't intended to take any, for he had meant
to go right straight home, but now that he couldn't get any, he
wanted some more than ever,--just a bite. Peter looked around.
Everything was quiet. He would try the next tree, and then he would
go home.

But the next tree was wrapped with wire. Peter hesitated, looked
around, turned to go home, thought of how good that bark had tasted
the night before, hesitated again, and then hurried over to the
third tree. It was protected just like the others. Then Peter forgot
all about going home. He wanted some of that delicious bark, and he
ran from one tree to another as fast as he could go.

[Illustration: The tree trunks were wrapped in wire netting.]

At last, way down at the end of the orchard, Peter found a tree that
had no wire around it. "They must have forgotten this one!" he
thought, and his eyes sparkled. All around on the snow were a lot of
little, shiny wires, but Peter didn't notice them. All he saw was
that delicious bark on the young peach tree. He hopped right into
the middle of the wires, and then, just as he reached up to take the
first bite of bark, he felt something tugging at one of his hind
legs.



CHAPTER XV

_Peter Rabbit Is Caught in a Snare_


When Peter Rabbit, reaching up to nibble the bark of one of Farmer
Brown's young trees, felt something tugging at one of his hind legs,
he was so startled that he jumped to get away. Instead of doing
this, he fell flat on his face. The thing on his hind leg had
tightened and held him fast. A great fear came to Peter Rabbit, and
lying there in the snow, he kicked and struggled with all his might.
But the more he kicked, the tighter grew that hateful thing on his
leg! Finally he grew too tired to kick any more and lay still. The
dreadful thing that held him hurt his leg, but it didn't pull when
he lay still.

When he had grown a little calmer, Peter sat up to examine the thing
which held him so fast. It was something like one of the blackberry
vines he had sometimes tripped over, only it was bright and shiny,
and had no branches or tiny prickers, and one end was fastened to a
stake. Peter tried to bite off the shiny thing, but even his great,
sharp front teeth couldn't cut it. Then Peter knew what it was. It
was wire! It was a snare which Farmer Brown had set to catch him,
and which he had walked right into because he had been so greedy for
the bark of the young peach tree that he had not used his eyes to
look out for danger.

Oh, how Peter Rabbit did wish that he had not been so curious to
know what Farmer Brown had been doing that day, and that he had gone
straight home as he had meant to do, instead of trying to get one
more meal of young peach bark! Big tears rolled down Peter's cheeks.
What should he do? What _could_ he do? For a long time Peter sat in
the moonlight, trying to think of something to do. At last he
thought of the stake to which that hateful wire was fastened. The
stake was of wood, and Peter's teeth would cut wood. Peter's heart
gave a great leap of hope, and he began at once to dig away the snow
from around the stake, and then settled himself to gnaw the stake in
two.

Peter had been hard at work on the stake a long time and had it a
little more than half cut through, when he heard a loud sniff down
at the other end of the orchard. He looked up to see--whom do you
think? Why, Bowser the Hound! He hadn't seen Peter yet, but he had
already found Peter's tracks, and it would be but a few minutes
before he found Peter himself.

Poor Peter Rabbit! There wasn't time to finish cutting off the
stake. What could he do? He made a frightened jump just as he had
when he first felt the wire tugging at his leg. Just as before, he
was thrown flat on his face. He scrambled to his feet and jumped
again, only to be thrown just as before. Just then Bowser the Hound
saw him and opening his mouth sent forth a great roar. Peter made
one more frantic jump. Snap! the stake had broken! Peter pitched
forward on his head, turned a somersault, and scrambled to his feet.
He was free at last! That is, he could run, but after him dragged a
piece of the stake.

How Peter did run! It was hard work, for you know he had to drag
that piece of stake after him. But he did it, and just in time he
crawled into the old stone wall on one side of the orchard, while
Bowser the Hound barked his disappointment to the moon.



CHAPTER XVI

_Peter Rabbit's Hard Journey_


Peter Rabbit sat in the old stone wall along one side of Farmer
Brown's orchard, waiting for Mrs. Moon to put out her light and
leave the world in darkness until jolly, round, red Mr. Sun should
kick off his rosy bedclothes and begin his daily climb up in the
blue, blue sky. In the winter, Mr. Sun is a late sleeper, and Peter
knew that there would be two or three hours after Mrs. Moon put out
her light when it would be quite dark. And Peter also knew too that
by this time Hooty the Owl would probably have caught his dinner. So
would old Granny Fox and Reddy Fox. Bowser the Hound would be too
sleepy to be on the watch. It would be the very safest time for
Peter to try to get to his home in the dear Old Briar-patch.

So Peter waited and waited. Twice Bowser the Hound, who had chased
him into the old wall, came over and barked at him and tried to get
at him. But the old wall kept Peter safe, and Bowser gave it up. And
all the time Peter sat waiting he was in great pain. You see that
shiny wire was drawn so tight that it cut into his flesh and hurt
dreadfully, and to the other end of the wire was fastened a piece of
wood, part of the stake to which the snare had been made fast and
which Peter had managed to gnaw and break off.

It was on account of this that Peter was waiting for Mrs. Moon to
put out her light. He knew that with that stake dragging after him
he would have to go very slowly, and he could not run any more risk
of danger than he actually had to. So he waited and waited, and by
and by, sure enough, Mrs. Moon put out her light. Peter waited a
little longer, listening with all his might. Everything was still.
Then Peter crept out of the old stone wall.

Right away trouble began. The stake dragging at the end of the wire
fast to his leg caught among the stones and pulled Peter up short.
My, how it did hurt! It made the tears come. But Peter shut his
teeth hard, and turning back, he worked until he got the stake free.
Then he started on once more, dragging the stake after him.

Very slowly across the orchard and under the fence on the other side
crept Peter Rabbit, his leg so stiff and sore that he could hardly
touch it to the snow, and all the time dragging that piece of stake,
which seemed to grow heavier and harder to drag every minute. Peter
did not dare to go out across the open fields, for fear some danger
might happen along, and he would have no place to hide. So he crept
along close to the fences where bushes grow, and this made it very,
very hard, for the dragging stake was forever catching in the bushes
with a yank at the sore leg which brought Peter up short with a
squeal of pain.

This was bad enough, but all the time Peter was filled with a
dreadful fear that Hooty the Owl or Granny Fox might just happen
along. He had to stop to rest very, very often, and then he would
listen and listen. Over and over again he said to himself:

"Oh, dear, whatever did I go up to the young peach orchard for when
I knew I had no business there? Why couldn't I have been content
with all the good things that were mine in the Green Forest and on
the Green Meadows? Oh, dear! Oh, dear!"

Just as jolly, round, red Mr. Sun began to light up the Green
Meadows, Peter Rabbit reached the dear Old Briar-patch. Danny Meadow
Mouse was sitting on the edge of it anxiously watching for him.
Peter crawled up and started to creep in along one of his little
private paths. He got in himself, but the dragging stake caught
among the brambles, and Peter just fell down in the snow right where
he was, too tired and worn out to move.



CHAPTER XVII

_Danny Meadow Mouse Becomes Worried_


Danny Meadow Mouse limped around through the dear Old Briar-patch,
where he had lived with Peter Rabbit ever since he had squirmed out
of the claws of Hooty the Owl and dropped there, right at the feet
of Peter Rabbit. Danny limped because he was still lame and sore
from Hooty's terrible claws, but he didn't let himself think much
about that, because he was so thankful to be alive at all. So he
limped around in the Old Briar-patch, picking up seed which had
fallen on the snow, and sometimes pulling down a few of the red
berries which cling all winter to the wild rose bushes. The seeds in
these were very nice indeed, and Danny always felt especially good
after a meal of them.

Danny Meadow Mouse had grown very fond of Peter Rabbit, for Peter
had been very, very good to him. Danny felt that he never, never
could repay all of Peter's kindness. It had been very good of Peter
to offer to share the Old Briar-patch with Danny, because Danny was
so far from his own home that it would not be safe for him to try to
get back there. But Peter had done more than that. He had taken care
of Danny, such good care, during the first few days after Danny's
escape from Hooty the Owl. He had brought good things to eat while
Danny was too weak and sore to get things for himself. Oh, Peter had
been very good indeed to him!

But now, as Danny limped around, he was not happy. No, sir, he was
not happy. The truth is, Danny Meadow Mouse was worried. It was a
different kind of worry from any he had known before. You see, for
the first time in his life, Danny was worrying about someone else.
He was worrying about Peter Rabbit. Peter had been gone from the Old
Briar-patch a whole night and a whole day. He often was gone all
night, but never all day too. Danny was sure that something had
happened to Peter. He thought of how he had begged Peter not to go
up to Farmer Brown's young peach orchard. He had felt in his bones
that it was not safe, that something dreadful would happen to Peter.
How Peter had laughed at him and bravely started off! Why hadn't he
come home?

As he limped around, Danny talked to himself:

  "Why cannot people be content
  With all the good things that are sent,
  And mind their own affairs at home
  Instead of going forth to roam?"

It was now the second night since Peter Rabbit had gone away. Danny
Meadow Mouse couldn't sleep at all. Round and round through the Old
Briar-patch he limped, and finally sat down at the edge of it to
wait and watch. At last, just as jolly, round, red Mr. Sun sent his
first long rays of light across the Green Meadows, Danny saw
something crawling towards the Old Briar-patch. He rubbed his eyes
and looked again. It was--no, it couldn't be--yes, it _was_ Peter
Rabbit! But what was the matter with him? Always before Peter had
come home lipperty-lipperty-lipperty-lip, but now he was crawling,
actually _crawling_! Danny Meadow Mouse didn't know what to make of
it.

Nearer and nearer came Peter. Something was following him. No, Peter
was dragging something after him. At last Peter started to crawl
along one of his little private paths into the Old Briar-patch. The
thing dragging behind caught in the brambles, and Peter fell
headlong in the snow, too tired and worn out to move. Then Danny saw
what the trouble was. A wire was fast to one of Peter's long hind
legs, and to the other end of the wire was fastened part of a stake.
Peter had been caught in a snare! Danny hurried over to Peter and
tears stood in his eyes.

"Poor Peter Rabbit! Oh, I'm so sorry, Peter!" he whispered.



CHAPTER XVIII

_Danny Meadow Mouse Returns a Kindness_


There Peter Rabbit lay. He had dragged that piece of stake a long
way, a very long way, indeed. But now he could drag it no farther,
for it had caught in the bramble bushes. So Peter just dropped on
the snow and cried. Yes, sir, he cried! You see he was so tired and
worn out and frightened, and his leg was so stiff and sore and hurt
him so! And then it was so dreadful to actually get home and be
stopped right on your very own doorstep. So Peter just lay there and
cried. Just supposing old Granny Fox should come poking around and
find Peter caught that way! All she would have to do would be to get
hold of that hateful stake caught in the bramble bushes and pull
Peter out where she could get him. Do you wonder that Peter cried?

By and by he became aware that someone was wiping away his tears. It
was Danny Meadow Mouse. And Danny was singing in a funny little
voice. Pretty soon Peter stopped crying and listened, and this is
what he heard:

  "Isn't any use to cry!
    Not a bit! Not a bit!
  Wipe your eyes and wipe 'em dry!
    Use your wit! Use your wit!
  Just remember that to-morrow
  Never brings a single sorrow.
  Yesterday has gone forever
  And to-morrow gets here never.
  Chase your worries all away;
  Nothing's worse than just to-day."

Peter smiled in spite of himself.

"That's right! That's right! Smile away, Peter Rabbit. Smile away!
Your troubles, sir, are all to-day. And between you and me, I don't
believe they are so bad as you think they are. Now you lie still
just where you are, while I go see what can be done."

With that off whisked Danny Meadow Mouse as spry as you please, in
spite of his lame leg, and in a few minutes Peter knew by little
twitches of the wire on his leg that Danny was doing something at
the other end. He was. Danny Meadow Mouse had set out to gnaw that
piece of stake all to splinters. So there he sat and gnawed and
gnawed and gnawed. Jolly, round, red Mr. Sun climbed higher and
higher in the sky, and Danny Meadow Mouse grew hungry, but still he
kept right on gnawing at that bothersome stake.

[Illustration: Danny gnawed the stake which held Peter.]

By and by, happening to look across the snow-covered Green Meadows,
he saw something that made his heart jump. It was Farmer Brown's boy
coming straight over towards the dear Old Briar-patch.

Danny didn't say a word to Peter Rabbit, but gnawed faster than
ever.

Farmer Brown's boy was almost there when Danny stopped gnawing.
There was only a tiny bit of the stake left now, and Danny hurried
to tell Peter Rabbit that there was nothing to stop him now from
going to his most secret retreat in the very heart of the Old
Briar-patch. While Peter slowly dragged his way along, Danny trotted
behind to see that the wire did not catch on the bushes.

They had safely reached Peter Rabbit's secretest retreat when Farmer
Brown's boy came up to the edge of the dear Old Briar-patch.

"So this is where that rabbit that killed our peach tree lives!"
said he. "We'll try a few snares and put you out of mischief."

And for the rest of the afternoon Farmer Brown's boy was very busy
around the edge of the Old Briar-patch.



CHAPTER XIX

_Peter Rabbit and Danny Meadow Mouse Live High_


Peter Rabbit sat in his secretest place in the dear Old Briar-patch
with one of his long hind legs all swelled up and terribly sore
because of the fine wire fast around it and cutting into it. He
could hear Farmer Brown's boy going around on the edge of the dear
Old Briar-patch and stopping every little while to do something. In
spite of his pain, Peter was curious. Finally he called Danny Meadow
Mouse.

"Danny, you are small and can keep out of sight easier than I can.
Go as near as ever you dare to Farmer Brown's boy and find out what
he is doing," said Peter Rabbit.

So Danny Meadow Mouse crept out as near to Farmer Brown's boy as
ever he dared and studied and studied to make out what Farmer
Brown's boy was doing. By and by he returned to Peter Rabbit.

"I don't know what he's doing, Peter, but he's putting something in
every one of your private little paths leading into the Briar-patch
from the Green Meadows."

"Ha!" said Peter Rabbit.

"There are little loops of that queer stuff you've got hanging to
your leg, Peter," continued Danny Meadow Mouse.

"Just so!" said Peter Rabbit.

"And he's put cabbage leaves and pieces of apple all around," said
Danny.

"We must be careful!" said Peter Rabbit.

Peter's leg was in a very bad way, indeed, and Peter suffered a
great deal of pain. The worst of it was, he didn't know how to get
off the wire that was cutting into it so. He had tried to cut the
wire with his big teeth, but he couldn't do it. Danny Meadow Mouse
had tried and tried to gnaw the wire, but it wasn't the least bit of
use. But Danny wasn't easily discouraged, and he kept working and
working at it. Once he thought he felt it slip a little. He said
nothing, but kept right on working. Pretty soon he was sure that it
slipped. He went right on working harder than ever. By and by he had
it so loose that he slipped it right off of Peter's leg, and Peter
didn't know anything about it. You see, that cruel wire snare had
been so tight that Peter didn't have any feeling except of pain left
in his leg, and so when Danny Meadow Mouse pulled the cruel wire
snare off, Peter didn't know it until Danny held it up in front of
him.

My, how thankful Peter was, and how he did thank Danny Meadow Mouse!
But Danny said that it was nothing at all, just nothing at all, and
that he owed more than that to Peter Rabbit for being so good to him
and letting him live in the dear Old Briar-patch.

It was a long time before Peter could hop as he used to, but after
the first day he managed to get around. He found that Farmer Brown's
boy had spread those miserable wire snares in every one of his
private little paths. But Peter knew what they were now. He showed
Danny Meadow Mouse how he, because he was so small, could safely run
about among the snares and steal all the cabbage leaves and apples
which Farmer Brown's boy had put there for bait.

Danny Meadow Mouse thought this great fun and a great joke on Farmer
Brown's boy. So every day he stole the bait, and he and Peter Rabbit
lived high while Peter's leg was getting well. And all the time
Farmer Brown's boy wondered why he couldn't catch Peter Rabbit.



CHAPTER XX

_Timid Danny Meadow Mouse_


Danny Meadow Mouse is timid. Everybody says so, and what everybody
says ought to be so. But just as anybody can make a mistake
sometimes, so can everybody. Still, in this case, it is quite likely
that everybody is right. Danny Meadow Mouse _is_ timid. Ask Peter
Rabbit. Ask Sammy Jay. Ask Striped Chipmunk. They will all tell you
the same thing. Sammy Jay might even tell you that Danny is afraid
of his own shadow, or that he tries to run away from his own tail.
Of course this isn't true. Sammy Jay likes to say mean things. It
isn't fair to Danny Meadow Mouse to believe what Sammy Jay says.

But the fact is Danny certainly is timid. More than this, he isn't
ashamed of it--not the least little bit.

"You see, it's this way," said Danny, as he sat on his doorstep one
sunny morning talking to his friend, old Mr. Toad. "If I weren't
afraid, I wouldn't be all the time watching out, and if I weren't
all the time watching out, I wouldn't have any more chance than that
foolish red ant running across in front of you."

Old Mr. Toad looked where Danny was pointing, and his tongue darted
out and back again so quickly that Danny wasn't sure that he saw it
at all, but when he looked for the ant it was nowhere to be seen,
and there was a satisfied twinkle in Mr. Toad's eyes. There was an
answering twinkle in Danny's own eyes as he continued.

"No, sir," said he, "I wouldn't stand a particle more chance than
that foolish ant did. Now if I were big and strong, like Old Man
Coyote, or had swift wings, like Skimmer the Swallow, or were so
homely and ugly-looking that no one wanted me, like--like--" Danny
hesitated and then finished rather lamely, "like some folks I know,
I suppose I wouldn't be afraid."

Old Mr. Toad looked up sharply when Danny mentioned homely and
ugly-looking people, but Danny was gazing far out across the Green
Meadows and looked so innocent that Mr. Toad concluded that he
couldn't have had him in mind.

"Well," said he, thoughtfully scratching his nose, "I suppose you
may be right, but for my part fear seems a very foolish thing. Now,
I don't know what it is. I mind my own business, and no one ever
bothers me. I should think it would be a very uncomfortable
feeling."

"It is," replied Danny, "but, as I said before, it is a very good
thing to keep one on guard when there are as many watching for one
as there are for me. Now there's Mr. Blacksnake and--"

"Where?" exclaimed old Mr. Toad, turning as pale as a toad can turn,
and looking uneasily and anxiously in every direction.

Danny turned his head to hide a smile. If old Mr. Toad wasn't
showing fear, no one ever did. "Oh," said he, "I didn't mean that he
is anywhere around here now. What I was going to say was that there
is Mr. Blacksnake and Granny Fox and Reddy Fox and Redtail the Hawk
and Hooty the Owl and others I might name, always watching for a
chance to make a dinner from poor little me. Do you wonder that I am
afraid most of the time?"

"No," replied old Mr. Toad. "No, I don't wonder that you are afraid.
It must be dreadful to feel hungry eyes are watching for you every
minute of the day and night, too."

"Oh, it's not so bad," replied Danny. "It's rather exciting.
Besides, it keeps my wits sharp all the time. I am afraid I should
find life very dull indeed if, like you, I feared nothing and
nobody. By the way, see how queerly that grass is moving over there.
It looks as if Mr. Blacksnake--Why, Mr. Toad, where are you going in
such a hurry?"

"I've just remembered an important engagement with my cousin,
Grandfather Frog, at the Smiling Pool," shouted old Mr. Toad over
his shoulder, as he hurried so that he fell over his own feet.

Danny chuckled as he sat alone on his doorstep. "Oh, no, old Mr.
Toad doesn't know what fear is!" said he. "Funny how some people
won't admit what everybody can see for themselves. Now, I _am_
afraid, and I'm willing to say so."



CHAPTER XXI

_An Exciting Day for Danny Meadow Mouse_


Danny Meadow Mouse started along one of his private little paths
very early one morning. He was on his way to get a supply of a
certain kind of grass seed of which he is very fond. He had been
thinking about that seed for some time and waiting for it to get
ripe. Now it was just right, as he had found out the day before by a
visit to the place where this particular grass grew. The only
trouble was it grew a long way from Danny's home, and to reach it he
had to cross an open place where the grass was so short that he
couldn't make a path under it.

"I feel it in my bones that this is going to be an exciting day,"
said Danny to himself as he trotted along. "I suppose that if I were
really wise, I would stay nearer home and do without that nice seed.
But nothing is really worth having unless it is worth working for,
and that seed will taste all the better if I have hard work getting
it."

So he trotted along his private little path, his ears wide open, and
his eyes wide open, and his little nose carefully testing every
Merry Little Breeze who happened along for any scent of danger which
it might carry. Most of all he depended upon his ears, for the grass
was so tall that he couldn't see over it, even when he sat up. He
had gone only a little way when he thought he heard a queer rustling
behind him. He stopped to listen. There it was again, and it
certainly was right in the path behind him! He didn't need to be
told who was making it. There was only one who could make such a
sound as that--Mr. Blacksnake.

Now Danny can run very fast along his private little paths, but he
knew that Mr. Blacksnake could run faster. "If my legs can't save
me, my wits must," thought Danny as he started to run as fast as
ever he could. "I must reach that fallen old hollow fence-post."

He was almost out of breath when he reached the post and scurried
into the open end. He knew by the sound of the rustling that Mr.
Blacksnake was right at his heels. Now the old post was hollow its
whole length, but halfway there was an old knot-hole just big enough
for Danny to squeeze through. Mr. Blacksnake didn't know anything
about that hole; and because it was dark inside the old post, he
didn't see Danny pop through it. Danny ran back along the top of the
log and was just in time to see the tip of Mr. Blacksnake's tail
disappear inside. Then what do you think Danny did? Why, he followed
Mr. Blacksnake right into the old post, but in doing it he didn't
make the least little bit of noise.

Mr. Blacksnake kept right on through the old post and out the other
end, for he was sure that that was the way Danny had gone. He kept
right on along the little path. Now Danny knew that he wouldn't go
very far before he found out that he had been fooled, and of course
he would come back. So Danny waited only long enough to get his
breath and then ran back along the path to where another little path
branched off. For just a minute he paused.

"If Mr. Blacksnake follows me, he will be sure to think that of
course I have taken this other little path," thought Danny, "so I
won't do it."

Then he ran harder than ever, until he came to a place where two
little paths branched off, one to the right and one to the left. He
took the latter and scampered on, sure that by this time Mr.
Blacksnake would be so badly fooled that he would give up the chase.
And Danny was right.

  "Brains are better far than speed
  As wise men long ago agreed,"

said Danny, as he trotted on his way for the grass seed he liked so
well. "I felt it in my bones that this would be an exciting day. I
wonder what next."



CHAPTER XXII

_What Happened Next to Danny Meadow Mouse_


Danny is so used to narrow escapes that he doesn't waste any time
thinking about them. He didn't this time. "He who tries to look two
ways at once is pretty sure to see nothing," says Danny, and he knew
that if he thought too much about the things that had already
happened, he couldn't keep a sharp watch for the things that might
happen.

Nothing more happened as he hurried along his private little path to
the edge of a great patch of grass so short that he couldn't hide
under it. He had to cross this, and all the way he would be in plain
sight of anyone who happened to be near. Very cautiously he peeped
out and looked this way and looked that way, not forgetting to look
up in the sky. He could see no one anywhere. Drawing a long breath,
Danny started across the open place as fast as his short legs could
take him.

Now all the time, Redtail the Hawk had been sitting in a tree some
distance away, sitting so still that he looked like a part of the
tree itself. That is why Danny hadn't seen him. But Redtail saw
Danny the instant he started across the open place, for Redtail's
eyes are very keen, and he can see a great distance. With a
satisfied chuckle, he spread his broad wings and started after
Danny.

Just about halfway to the safety of the long grass on the other
side, Danny gave a hurried look behind him, and his heart seemed to
jump right into his mouth, for there was Redtail with his cruel
claws already set to seize him! Danny gave a frightened squeak, for
he thought that surely this time he would be caught. But he didn't
mean to give up without trying to escape. Three jumps ahead of him
was a queer-looking thing. He didn't know what it was, but if there
was a hole in it he might yet fool Redtail.

One jump! Would he be able to reach it? Two jumps! There _was_ a
hole in it! Three jumps! With another frightened squeak, Danny dived
into the opening just in time. And what do you think he was in? Why,
an old tomato can Farmer Brown's boy had once used to carry bait in
when he went fishing at the Smiling Pool. He had dropped it there on
his way home.

Redtail screamed with rage and disappointment as he struck the old
can with his great claws. He had been sure, very sure of Danny
Meadow Mouse this time! He tried to pick the can up, but he couldn't
get hold of it. It just rolled away from him every time, try as he
would. Finally, in disgust, he gave up and flew back to the tree
from which he had first seen Danny.

[Illustration: Redtail the Hawk screamed with rage as Danny escaped.]

Of course Danny had been terribly frightened when the can rolled,
and by the noise the claws of Redtail made when they struck his
queer hiding-place. But he wisely decided that the best thing he
could do was to stay there for a while. And it was very fortunate
that he did so, as he was very soon to find out.



CHAPTER XXIII

_Reddy Fox Grows Curious_


Danny Meadow Mouse had sat perfectly still for a long time inside
the old tomato can in which he had found a refuge from Redtail the
Hawk. He didn't dare so much as put his head out for a look around,
lest Redtail should be circling overhead ready to pounce on him.

"If I stay here long enough, he'll get tired and go away, if he
hasn't already," thought Danny. "This has been a pretty exciting
morning so far, and I find that I am a little tired. I may as well
take a nap while I am waiting to make sure that the way is clear."

With that Danny curled up in the old tomato can. But it wasn't meant
that Danny should have that nap. He had closed his eyes, but his
ears were still open, and presently he heard soft footsteps drawing
near. His eyes flew open, and he forgot all about sleep, you may be
sure, for those footsteps sounded familiar. They sounded to Danny
very, very much like the footsteps of--whom do you think? Why, Reddy
Fox! Danny's heart began to beat faster as he listened. Could it be?
He didn't dare peep out. Presently a little whiff of scent blew into
the old tomato can. Then Danny knew--it _was_ Reddy Fox.

"Oh, dear! I hope he doesn't find that I am in here!" thought Danny.
"I wonder what under the sun has brought him up here just now."

If the truth were to be known, it was curiosity that had brought
Reddy up there. Reddy had been hunting for his breakfast some
distance away on the Green Meadows when Redtail the Hawk had tried
so hard to catch Danny Meadow Mouse. Reddy's sharp eyes had seen
Redtail the minute he left the tree in pursuit of Danny, and he had
known by the way Redtail flew that he saw something he wanted to
catch. He had watched Redtail swoop down and had heard his scream of
rage when he missed Danny because Danny had dodged into the old
tomato can. He had seen Redtail strike and strike again at something
on the ground, and finally fly off in disgust with empty claws.

"Now, I wonder what it was Redtail was after and why he didn't get
it," thought Reddy. "He acts terribly put out and disappointed. I
believe I'll go over there and find out."

Off he started at a smart trot towards the patch of short grass
where he had seen Redtail the Hawk striking at something on the
ground. As he drew near, he crept very softly until he reached the
very edge of the open patch. There he stopped and looked sharply all
over it. There was nothing to be seen but an old tomato can. Reddy
had seen it many times before.

"Now what under the sun could Redtail have been after here?" thought
Reddy. "The grass isn't long enough for a grasshopper to hide in,
and yet Redtail didn't get what he was after. It's very queer. It
certainly is very queer."

He trotted out and began to run back and forth with his nose to the
ground, hoping that his nose would tell him what his eyes couldn't.
Back and forth, back and forth he ran, and then suddenly he stopped.

"Ha!" exclaimed Reddy. He had found the scent left by Danny Meadow
Mouse when he ran across towards the old tomato can. Right up to the
old can Reddy's nose led him. He hopped over the old can, but on the
other side he could find no scent of Danny Meadow Mouse. In a flash
he understood, and a gleam of satisfaction shone in his yellow eyes
as he turned back to the old can. He knew that Danny must be hiding
in there.

"I've got you this time!" he snarled, as he sniffed at the opening
in the end of the can.



CHAPTER XXIV

_Reddy Fox Loses His Temper_


Reddy Fox had caught Danny Meadow Mouse, and yet he hadn't caught
him. He had found Danny hiding in the old tomato can, and it didn't
enter Reddy's head that he couldn't get Danny out when he wanted to.
He was in no hurry. He had had a pretty good breakfast of
grasshoppers, and so he thought he would torment Danny a while
before gobbling him up. He lay down so that he could peep in at the
open end of the old can and see Danny trying to make himself as
small as possible at the other end. Reddy grinned until he showed
all his long teeth. Reddy always is a bully, especially when his
victim is a great deal smaller and weaker than himself.

"I've got you this time, Mr. Smarty, haven't I?" taunted Reddy.

Danny didn't say anything.

"You think you've been very clever because you have fooled me two or
three times, don't you? Well, this time I've got you where your
tricks won't work," continued Reddy, "so what are you going to do
about it?"

Danny didn't answer. The fact is, he was too frightened to answer.
Besides, he didn't know what he could do. So he just kept still, but
his bright eyes never once left Reddy's cruel face. For all his
fright, Danny was doing some hard thinking. He had been in tight
places before and had learned never to give up hope. Something might
happen to frighten Reddy away. Anyway, Reddy had to get him out of
that old can before he would admit that he was really caught.

For a long time Reddy lay there licking his chops and saying all the
things he could think of to frighten poor Danny Meadow Mouse. At
last he grew tired of this and made up his mind that it was time to
end it and Danny Meadow Mouse at the same time. He thrust his sharp
nose in at the opening in the end of the old can, but the opening
was too small for him to get more than his nose in, and he only
scratched it on the sharp edges without so much as touching Danny.

"I'll pull you out," said Reddy and thrust in one black paw.

Danny promptly bit it so hard that Reddy yelped with pain and pulled
it out in a hurry. Presently he tried again with the other paw.
Danny bit this one harder still, and Reddy danced with pain and
anger. Then he lost his temper completely, a very foolish thing to
do, as it always is. He hit the old can, and away it rolled with
Danny Meadow Mouse inside. This seemed to make Reddy angrier than
ever. He sprang after it and hit it again. Then he batted it first
this way and then that way, growing angrier and angrier. And all the
time Danny Meadow Mouse managed to keep inside, although he got a
terrible shaking up.

Back and forth across the patch of short grass Reddy knocked the old
can, and he was in such a rage that he didn't notice where he was
knocking it to. Finally he sent it spinning into the long grass on
the far side of the open patch, close to one of Danny's private
little paths. Like a flash Danny was out and scurrying along the
little path. He dodged into another and presently into a third,
which brought him to a tangle of barbed wire left there by Farmer
Brown when he had built a new fence. Under this he was safe.

"Phew!" exclaimed Danny, breathing very hard. "That was the
narrowest escape yet! But I guess I'll get that special grass seed I
started out for, after all."

And he did, while to this day Reddy Fox wonders how Danny got out of
the old tomato can without his knowing it.

And so you see what temper does
  For those who give it rein;
It cheats them of the very thing
  They seek so hard to gain.



     *     *     *     *     *



Transcriber's note:

   The illustration captions have been moved to the scene
   described in the text.





*** End of this LibraryBlog Digital Book "The Adventures of Danny Meadow Mouse" ***

Copyright 2023 LibraryBlog. All rights reserved.