looked that way. Far, far off on
the top of a tree he could see old Roughleg the Hawk, but he was
so far away that Danny didn't fear him at all.

"I don't see anything or anybody to be afraid of," said Danny and
poked his head out a little farther.

[Illustration: _It was a beautiful white world, a very beautiful
white world_]

Then he sat and studied everything around him a long, long time.
It was a beautiful white world, a very beautiful white world.
Everything was so white and pure and beautiful that it didn't
seem possible that harm or danger for anyone could even be
thought of. But Danny Meadow Mouse learned long ago that things
are not always what they seem, and so he sat with just his little
head sticking out of his doorway and studied and studied. Just a
little way off was a little heap of snow.

"I don't remember that," said Danny. "And I don't remember
anything that would make that. There isn't any little bush or old
log or anything underneath it. Perhaps rough Brother North Wind
heaped it up, just for fun."

But all the time Danny Meadow Mouse kept studying and studying
that little heap of snow. Pretty soon he saw rough Brother North
Wind coming his way and tossing the snow about as he came. He
caught a handful from the top of the little heap of snow that
Danny was studying, and when he had passed, Danny's sharp eyes
saw something red there. It was just the color of the cloak old
Granny Fox wears.

"_Granny Fox, you can't fool me!
I see you plain as plain can be!_"

shouted Danny Meadow Mouse and dropped down out of sight, while
old Granny Fox shook the snow from her red cloak and, with a
snarl of disappointment and anger, slowly started for the Green
Forest, where Reddy Fox was waiting for her.

[Illustration]

IX

Danny Meadow Mouse Is Caught at Last

"_Tippy-toppy-tippy-toe,
Play and frolic in the snow!
Now you see me! Now you don't!
Think you'll catch me, but you won't!
Tippy-toppy-tippy-toe,
Oh, such fun to play in snow!_"

Danny Meadow Mouse sang this, or at least he tried to sing it, as
he skipped about on the snow that covered the Green Meadows. But
Danny Meadow Mouse has such a little voice, such a funny little
squeaky voice, that had you been there you probably would never
have guessed that he was singing. He thought he was, though, and
was enjoying it just as much as if he had the most beautiful
v