What Chatterer saw was a big brown bunch near the top of a tall chestnut-tree, and he headed for that tree as fast as ever he could go. What was that big brown bunch?

Grandfather Frog was fast asleep in his pond and, most importantly, in broad daylight. This wouldn't be such a bad idea, if it were not for all the creatures who would like him for dinner.

Danny Meadow Mouse was worried. Now worry is one of the worst things in the world, and it didn't
seem as if there was anything that Danny Meadow Mouse need worry about. You know, some people let their looks make them miserable. They worry about how they look, and this is very foolish.

In all his short life Whitefoot the Wood Mouse never had spent such a happy winter. Whitefoot is one of those wise little people who never allow unpleasant things of the past to spoil their present happiness, and who never borrow trouble from the future. Whitefoot believes in getting the most from the present. The things which are past are past, and that is all there is to it. There is no use in thinking about them. As for the things of the future, it will be time enough to think about them when they happen.

Chatterer the Red Squirrel had been in abad mood because there was no excitement. Then, he had all the excitement that he wanted. Indeed, he had more than he wanted. He was being followed.

Granny Fox is hungry most of the time. It is not easy for her to find enough to eat these days, and
so she spends nearly every minute she is awake in looking for her dinner.