Alice knew, and later on she told Larry. She didn’t want Buster or Uncle Elias to catch the woodchuck. And the angry farmer or the big dog never did.
After her fine feast of the vegetables belonging to Uncle Elias, Winkie slept until nearly noon. Then she awakened in the hollow tree, stretched herself and walked out.
There were woods not far away, and Winkie, feeling thirsty, thought she might find a brook there.
“But I must be careful to keep out of traps,” she thought to herself. “The next one I get caught in may not be as easy on me as the one Larry set.”
Carefully Winkie made her way through the woods. As she was drinking she heard a noise on the other side of the brook. Looking up she saw Toto, the beaver.
“Hello, Winkie!” called the bustling chap, who was floating a little log of wood into a canal he had dug. “Say, where have you been, Winkie?” Toto asked.
“Oh, lots of places,” answered the woodchuck. “The last place I was in was a pen, but a little girl let me out. Why do you ask?”
“Because some new woodchucks, who have just come to these woods to live, have been asking for you.”
“Asking for me?” cried Winkie.