"Oh, winter is the jolliest time of all! I'm glad winter is coming. And anyhow, Singing Bird, you can come back here in the spring!"
"Yes, I suppose I can," said the bird. And then she suddenly cried out: "Oh, dear! I dropped it!"
"Dropped what?" asked Toodle, as he heard something fall.
"My pocketbook," answered the singing bird. "It had all my money in it, and my airship ticket to go down South. I had it in my claw, but I dropped it and it fell into that pond of water, and now I can't go away and I'll freeze to death. Oh, dear! My lost pocketbook!"
"Ha! So your pocketbook fell into the water, did it?" asked Toodle, looking at a little pond that was near where he had eaten his lunch. "Well, don't worry," he went on to the bird. "I am a good swimmer, and I just love to go into the water. I'll get your pocketbook back for you!"
With that into the pond he dived, and, reaching down under water with his front paws, Toodle brought up the singing bird's pocketbook.
Then Toodle swam with it out on dry land, and the money was all safe and so was the airship ticket to go down South, and the bird was so thankful that she sang another song for Toodle.
And, just as it was about finished, what should happen but that out of the woods came a bad old wolf, sneaking along to get Toodle, who was so interested in the bird's song that he never noticed the bad creature.
Nearer and nearer came the wolf, and then the bird saw him, and she knew he was after Toodle, and the bird cried out:
"Come, friends! Come, all you birds! Help save Toodle from the wolf!"