tooth sadly, „the snows of winter have come and filled in all our hiding-places. It is a sorrowful life we live now among our oak trees. The dog prowls by day and the fox by night. Death alone comes here.
“From babyhood a fawn had lived by the brook amid the saplings. A cruel hunter came—a shot rang out—and she sank dead. Yonder you see a maple twig with snow gleaming white upon it. There an owl tore a mouse and his life-blood stained the reeds. That hollow stump above the ravine still stands as witness where my own brother gave up his soul in the claws of a night-bird.
“And so it goes, my friend. Grave above grave is filling. There is no love under heaven, only steps of blood.“
The Mouse son was heavy-hearted to find his old chum so sad. He wanted to comfort him. “It is always brightest after the storm,“
