With Andy leading the way, they went out to the end of the branch which just touched the branch of the next tree. Onto this they were able to climb, and they made their way slowly to the trunk; then out on a branch on the other side, and so to the next tree. In this way they progressed from tree to tree, but each was as big as the last and it was impossible for such little people as they to climb down.
"We might eat a bite of cooky and grow big," said Hortense.
"Then we couldn't get out of the tunnel," said Andy, "and we'd have to stay here forever."
They seemed to be in a bad fix, indeed.
"If we could only fly," said Hortense, "how nice it would be."
"That's an idea," said Andy.
Looking about him a moment, he began to climb to the branch above.
"Come here," he called, and Hortense followed.
At the base of the branch there was a hole in the tree, and, looking through this, they saw a snug nest lined with twigs and moss.
"It's the nest of some big bird," said Andy. "We'll wait here and ask him to take us down."