DANNY MEADOW MOUSE IS CAUGHT AT LAST
Play and frolic in the snow!
Now you see me! Now you don't!
Think you'll catch me, but you won't!
Oh, such fun to play in snow!"
ANNY MEADOW MOUSE sang this, or at least he tried to sing it, as he
skipped about on the snow that covered the Green
Meadows. But Danny Meadow Mouse has such a little
voice, such a funny little squeaky voice, such a funny
little squeaky voice, that had you been there you
probably would never have guessed that he was singing.
He thought he was, though and was enjoying it just as
much as if he had the most beautiful voice in the
world. You know singing is nothing in the world but
happiness in the heart making itself heard.
Oh, yes, Danny Meadow Mouse was happy! Why shouldn't he
have been? Hadn't he proved himself smarter than old
Granny Fox? That is something to make any one happy.
Some folks may fool Granny Fox once; some may fool her
twice; but there are very few who can keep right on
fooling her until she gives up in disgust. That is just
what Danny Meadow Mouse had done, and he felt very
smart and of course he felt very happy.
So Danny sang his little song and skipped about in the
moonlight, and dodged in and out of his little round
doorways, and all the time kept his sharp little eyes
open for any sign of Granny Fox or Reddy Fox. But with
all his smartness, Danny forgot. Yes, Sir, Danny forgot
one thing. He forgot to watch up in the sky. He knew
that of course old Roughleg the Hawk was asleep, so he
had nothing to fear from him. But he never once thought
of Hooty the Owl.
Dear me, dear me! Forgetting is a dreadful habit. If
nobody ever forgot, there wouldn't be nearly so much
trouble in the world. No, indeed, there wouldn't be
nearly so much trouble. And Danny Meadow Mouse forgot.
He skipped and sang and was happy as could be, and
never once thought to watch up in the sky.
Over in the Green Forest Hooty the Owl had had poor
hunting, and he was feeling cross. You see, Hooty was
hungry, and hunger is apt to make one feel cross. The
longer he hunted, the hungrier and crosser her grew.
Suddenly he thought of Danny Meadow Mouse.
"I suppose he is asleep somewhere safe and snug under
the snow," grumbled Hooty, "but he might be, he just
might be out for a frolic in the moonlight. I
believe I'll go down on the meadows and see."
Now Hooty the Owl can fly without making the teeniest,
weeniest sound. It seems as if he just drifts along
through the air like a great shadow. Now he spread his
great wings and floated out over the meadows. You know
Hooty can see as well at night as most folks can by
day, and it was not long before he saw Danny Meadow
Mouse skipping about on the snow and dodging in and out
of his little round doorways. Hooty's great eyes grew
brighter and fiercer. Without a sound he floated
through the moonlight until he was just over Danny
Too late Danny looked up. His little song ended in a
tiny squeak of fear, and he started for his nearest
little round doorway. Hooty the Owl reached down with
his long cruel claws and—Danny Meadow Mouse was
caught at last!
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