THE Tree-Fairy danced over and sat down under the tree with Uncle Whiskers, Winkle, Twinkle and Sammy Woodchuck. Billy Jay did not care to sit down. He just hopped around and around the Tree-Fairy and stared at her.
In the meantime Pinkie Whiskers had caught his breath and was rested. He tried to get up, but found that a branch of the tree held him down. He wiggled and twisted but he could not rise.
“Help! help!” called Pinkie Whiskers.
“My goodness!” cried Uncle Whiskers. “We forgot all about that blessed Pinkie Whiskers. Come we must help him.”
They all rushed over to the tree and there was Pinkie Whiskers lying on his back and kicking as hard as he could.
“Now just keep perfectly still and we will break the branches away, then you can get up,” said Uncle Whiskers.
Pinkie Whiskers was so glad to see Winkle, Twinkle, Uncle Whiskers, Sammy Woodchuck and Billy Jay that he cried.
“Now, now!” said Uncle Whiskers. “You eat one of those big apples that are just waiting right by your hand for you and you will feel better.”
“When I woke up, it was all so still that I thought you had all gone home and left me,” sobbed Pinkie Whiskers.
“We are here,” cried Twinkle.