Meanwhile we must see what is happening to the Woolly Dog. For some time he lay there in the snow, warming his cold nose. Then, as the voices of the children grew quiet—for they had gone away—the Dog said:
“Perhaps I can wiggle out of here. No one can see me now.”
He kicked around in the snow with his paws, but all he did was to toss snow up his nose, and this made him sneeze. And when he sneezed it made the tickling feeling inside him grow worse, so that he wanted to laugh and scratch and sneeze, all at the same time. And this, I think you will agree with me, is too much for any Dog, Woolly or not.
“No use! I can’t get out of here!” sighed the Woolly Dog. But still he did not give up. He was kicking around a bit more when, suddenly, he heard a voice saying:
“Here’s a hole in the snow! Maybe a rabbit went down here!”
“It’s a boy!” thought the Woolly Dog. “But it doesn’t sound like Donald.”
Nor was it. A strange boy, walking along near the coasting hill, had seen the hole which the Woolly Dog had made when tossed into the drift. Thinking it was a place where a rabbit had dived in, the boy went closer to look. Then he saw the Dog.
“Yes, it is a rabbit!” cried the boy. “And he isn’t moving! I guess he’s frozen! I’ll take him home.”
The Woolly Dog, being white, looked a little like a rabbit—that is, at first glance. But when the boy reached his arm down in the snow bank and pulled up the object, he saw what it was.
“Oh, only a toy dog!” cried the boy. “But I’ll take him home! He’s a dandy!