CHRISTMAS
IN THE WOODS
A road ran through the oak-wood. On every side, snow lay deep. O Mouse Son, where will you spend the night?
“I shall not spend the night in the moss or in a bush; I shall visit Rabbit Whitetooth and play we’re poor together.“
The fifth Mouse son knocked at the little door. Rabbit Whitetooth greeted his playmate. He was very happy to see him. His face shone with smiles as he recalled all their frolics together in the grassy meadows of spring and early summer. How they played like children, scampering everywhere trying to catch each other at tag! At night, how slyly they stole out for carrots and peas! They pretended that frogs and birds were bogies, and raced away, and played hide-and-seek and peek-a-boo with them.
“But, ah, me,“ continued White-
