"I was told," he explained, "that you had moved lately. And I did not expect to find you here."
"Ah!" said Mr. Crow. "I know now why you came sneaking into my house. You'd like to live here yourself."
"Pardon me!" Dickie Deer Mouse exclaimed with the lowest of bows. "You are mistaken, Mr. Crow. Though your house is a fine, large one, it's much too small to hold us both."
And whisking about, while Mr. Crow stared at him, he ran down the tall elm as fast as he could go.
It was clear that if Mr. Crow wasn't going to move he would have to look elsewhere for a summer home.
