"Help! Help! Oh, will some one please help me?"
"Hark! I wonder who that can be?" thought Jacko. "It doesn't sound like the voice of the fox, and yet he may be calling to play a trick and get me in there so he can eat me. I guess I'd better run on."
So he started to run, but he heard the voice again, a sad, squeaky sort of voice, and it cried:
"Oh, do please some one help me!"
"That isn't the fox," said Jacko bravely. "I'm going in to help whoever it is. Perhaps it is one of the Bushytail brothers."
Into the house he went, and he saw no signs of the fox. Then Jacko, standing in the front hall, called out:
"Who are you and what is the trouble?"
"Oh, I'm a poor little mouse," was the answer, "and I'm caught in a trap in this fox's house. Please help me out."
"Is the fox home?" asked Jacko.
"No, he has gone out to get a friend of his, and then they are coming back to eat me. Hurry and you can get me out before they come back, and then we'll run away together."