It was dark in the strange burrow, and Twinkle Toes and the Three Little Kittens ran this way, and that way, trying to find the way out.
The burrow had several rooms and they kept losing themselves every few minutes.
They could always hear the tinkle, tinkle, tinkle of the little bell that hung from Twinkle Toes’ neck.
Dot and Tot began to cry, but brave little Trot said,
“Cheer up, kittens do not cry,
There’s a way out, if you but try.”
It grew darker and darker in Old Shadow’s burrow, and I don’t know what in the world they would have done, if Twinkle Toes had not thought of his Magic Mittens.
He thought of his mittens, and rubbed them gently saying, “I wish the Little Old Man of the Fire would appear.”
No sooner said, than done.