oice in the world. You know, singing is nothing in the world but
happiness in the heart making itself heard.

Oh, yes, Danny Meadow Mouse was happy! Why shouldn't he have
been? Hadn't he proved himself smarter than old Granny Fox? That
is something to make anyone happy. Some folks may fool Granny Fox
once; some may fool her twice; but there are very few who can
keep right on fooling her until she gives up in disgust. That is
just what Danny Meadow Mouse had done, and he felt very smart and
of course he felt very happy.

So Danny sang his little song and skipped about in the moonlight,
and dodged in and out of his little round doorways, and all the
time kept his sharp little eyes open for any sign of Granny Fox
or Reddy Fox. But with all his smartness, Danny forgot. Yes, Sir,
Danny forgot one thing. He forgot to watch up in the sky. He knew
that of course old Roughleg the Hawk was asleep, so he had
nothing to fear from him. But he never once thought of Hooty the
Owl.

Dear me, dear me! Forgetting is a dreadful habit. If nobody ever
forgot, there wouldn't be nearly so much trouble in the world.
No, indeed, there wouldn't be nearly so much trouble. And Danny
Meadow Mouse forgot. He skipped and sang and was happy as could
be, and never once thought to watch up in the sky.

[Illustration: _Over in the Green Forest Hooty the Owl had had
poor hunting_]

Over in the Green Forest Hooty the Owl had had poor hunting, and
he was feeling cross. You see, Hooty was hungry, and hunger is
apt to make one feel cross. The longer he hunted, the hungrier
and crosser he grew. Suddenly he thought of Danny Meadow Mouse.

"I suppose he is asleep somewhere safe and snug under the snow,"
grumbled Hooty, "but he might, he just might, be out for a frolic
in the moonlight. I believe I'll go down on the meadows and see."

Now Hooty the Owl can fly without making the teeniest, weeniest
sound. It seems as if he just drifts along through the air like a
great shadow. Now he spread his great wings and floated out over
the meadows. You know Hooty can see as well at night as most
folks can by day, and it was not long before he saw Danny Meadow
Mouse skipping about on the snow and dodging in and out of his
little round doorways. Hooty's great eyes grew brighter and
fiercer. Without a sound he floated through the moonlight until
he was just over Danny Meadow Mouse.

Too late Danny looked up. His little song ended in a tiny squeak
of fear, and he s