and her little ones for a race. He gave them each a new sled as fine as if it were intended for a prince.
They raced down the hillside like shots! A nut tree stept forth from the grove, holding a barrel-organ. He played them a tune.
Even Whitetooth took a spin on a sled. In a jiffy he had won a prize: a load of hay. He gave a sheaf to the Fawn and a sheaf to the Stag.
When all the presents were given out, the stars were growing pale in the sky. “Play, Mouse Sonny,“ all the animals cry. “Play a farewell song. Play just once more.“
Sonny played for the last time. Already the sun was coming out of his golden gateway. The trees nodded to one another whispering, “Next year we shall all meet again!“
