Field-Mouse

Debby Field-Mouse looked sadly at the blackened ruins of her old home; then taking Mother Graymouse's arm, she led little Wee to Uncle Squeaky's home.

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Plenty of fresh air, sunshine, pine breezes and vigorous exercise make a mouse feel good, Neighbor Field-Mouse.

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Field-Mouse isn't complaining because Pile of Rails burned.

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"Right you are, Debby Field-Mouse, and brave, also!" cried Uncle Squeaky admiringly.

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Debby Field-Mouse often ran over from her cottage, which she had named the

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"A fine automobile, Pa Field-Mouse," said Grand-daddy, waving his paw.

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But Mrs. Jack Rabbit got a bad cold; Wee Field-Mouse was ill; Squire Cricket sprained his ankle, and all the little Spiders had the measles.

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"It is Nimble-toes Field-Mouse, sure as I'm a mouse!" declared Uncle

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"Pa Field-Mouse and Nimble-toes have tunnelled under the snow!" exclaimed

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"Pa Field-Mouse has chosen this spot under the laurel bush," explained

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