[“‘Sharp Eyes!’ she cried, ‘don’t you know me?’”]
The other big fox came down to the edge of the stream. He looked carefully at the silver fox. So did a smaller animal, and to him Sharp Eyes said:
“Don’t you know me, brother Twinkle?”
“Why, it is Sharp Eyes!” cried the other. “I can tell him by the scar on his foot where he was caught in the trap.”
“Yes, I am Sharp Eyes,” said the silver fox. “And, oh, how glad I am to get back home again! I am so glad to see you—Father and Mother—and you, Twinkle and Winkle! I thought I should never get to the North Woods again.”
“These are not the North Woods,” said the father fox. “Those woods are far, far away. We left them long ago—soon after you were missing. We came to these woods to live. How did you find us and where have you been?”
“I have been in many places,” answered the silver fox, “and I have had many adventures. I don’t know how I happened to find you. I guess it was just an accident, such as Chunky, the happy hippo, said he would make believe happened to my cage when he leaned against it and set me free. But at last I am home again!”