“My son, you have had a very wonderful experience, but please be careful what you do and where you go. Country life is very different from city life and you are very young.”
“Yes, mother, I will be careful, but I want to do everything that anyone else does,” replied Pinkie Whiskers.
“Now, now,” spoke Uncle Whiskers, “let the boy have his way. I am sure that he is a genius. If Pinkie Whiskers does all of the things which he longs to do, he will be ready for anything. Why, he may be able to write a book about the wonderful things he sees and hears or perhaps he may paint a beautiful picture.”
“That sounds very nice,” replied Mother Gray, “but I am afraid something dreadful will happen to him, while he is doing all of these things.”
Just then Billy Jay flew onto the window-sill and called out, “I invite you all to come with me down to the creek. I want to show you city rats something that you have never seen before.”
“Oh, goodie!” cried Twinkle.
“Oh, goodie!” cried Winkle.
“Hurrah! hurrah!” shouted Pinkie Whiskers.
“Now, children, please stop shouting while I tell you my plan,” begged Mother Gray. “It will soon be supper time, so how would you like to take our supper with us and eat it down by the creek?”
“Oh, yes, a picnic, a picnic! Let us have a picnic!” shouted the three little brothers at once.