Now that our wounds were healing, the Doctor tried to cheer us with jokes and laughter.
He invited us to a concert, and when we came in, we found the third Mouse son there. He began to play, and as his flute sounded high above the cornet, salves, slings, and stitches fell from us all! Our wounds were gone—none knew where! Only health and merriment shone from our eyes.
And my little paw rejoicing in it happiness crowed to the crowded room: “What good fortune! What a wonder! I have got back my thumb again!“ Full of pride and pleasure, my paw scratched me behind the ear, saying: “Look at the thumb! Give it a pat, the little darling!“
I patted, I flattered, but when I tried to stop its running away, I could not. With a bound my feet had left concert and hospital behind!
