Timmy Meadowmouse Tumbled Headlong Into Little Jack Rabbit’s Front Door.
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Little Jack Rabbit and Danny Fox.
TIMMY MEADOWMOUSE
Now that the Sunny Meadow was covered with snow little Timmy Meadowmouse had a hard time of it. If he wanted to go anywhere he had to dig tunnels from his little house under the snow. Yes, sir. The Sunny Meadow was full of little subways that Timmy Meadowmouse had made.
It was pretty lonely ’way out on the meadow, so one day he started to tunnel over to the Old Bramble Patch to see Little Jack Rabbit. Besides, he wanted to eat the seeds in the little red balls that hang from the wild rose bushes in the winter time. So he set to work on his tunnel. By and by he climbed up a stiff stalk of meadowgrass and pushed his head out of the snow.
Goodness me! How Billy Breeze was blowing! As soon as Timmy Meadowmouse had wiped the snow from his eyes, he saw the Old Bramble Patch not very far away.
“It wouldn’t take a minute to run over,” he said to himself. “It’s such hard work digging through the snow.”
Now, deep down in his heart, the little meadowmouse knew it was dangerous to run out over the snow. As long as he stayed down in his tunnels he was pretty safe. But to show himself when the only way he could possibly get back to his little house was through some of the small openings in the snow was very dangerous.