But you’ll never come back from there alive.”
Curly-Tail laughed as he put on his new coat and cap and mittens, but Daddy Do-Little said, “He will make mince meat of you in a minute.”
The Old Fellow Would Only Sit in His High Backed Chair and Scold
Though it was spring time, there had been a light fall of snow, and so Curly-Tail went down hill on his sled.
Daddy Do-Little was so sorry to see him go that he cried real tears into his new pocket handkerchief.
Curly-Tail rode away, away, away, until he came to Sly Foot’s den, then he stopped, for Sly Foot was within and roared.
Old Sly Foot said,