all of a
sudden, Scratch! Scratch! he heard Big White Bear come up out of his
kitchen. Then he knew that there was going to be a feast, just as there
had been so many times before. He waited and waited until Swish, Swish
he heard Big White Bear tumble back into the water and swim away. Then
such a feast as he did have! Well, Little White Fox ate so much and the
sun shone so brightly, that he began to feel very, very sleepy, and
almost before he knew anything about it, he was curled up on the roof to
the ocean fast asleep, dreaming as hard as ever a white fox dreamed.

I don't know how long Little White Fox slept; hours and hours I imagine.
But when he awoke and looked about him, all he could see was the dark,
deep ocean everywhere. He jumped to his feet and peered this side of him
and that side, but it was all the same dark, deep water. There was
nothing but ocean everywhere. The big waves had come along and carried
off the part of the roof to the ocean that Little White Fox was sleeping
on!

What was Little White Fox to do? He could not swim very far, and it was
a long way to land; in fact, he could not see any land at all. Besides,
the water was very, very cold. He couldn't think of a thing to do. He
just curled up in a heap and shivered and shivered and shivered, he was
so lonesome and frightened.

"Hello!" shouted Tusks the Walrus, sticking his head out of the water.
He looked and looked. "That's strange," he said to himself. "I thought I
saw Little White Fox over here on a piece of the ocean's roof. Guess
not, though. I don't see him now." And away he swam for a frolic with
one of his cousins.

"Hello!" cried Little Brown Seal, turning a somersault in the water.
When he turned the somersault, he looked at the piece of the ocean's
roof. "My! My!" he sighed. "These eyes of mine must be getting very bad
indeed! I thought I saw Little White Fox on that piece of roof." And he
too went paddling away to play.

[Illustration: Big White Bear popped right up out of the ocean!
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And all the time Little White Fox was hiding his nose in a little snow
bank, and closing his pink eyes because he was so very much afraid of
every one, even his best friends, out here on the silent, lonesome sea.
Very soon he was nearly frightened to death. Big White Bear popped right
up out of the ocean! He climbed up on one end of the piece of roof and
tipped it up so Little White Fox thought he would surely be tipped into
the sea