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"_Not a creature was stirring / Not even a mouse_ -- "
Bright and early the next morning, Mr. Bushy Tail was up, had washed his little face and paws, and brushed out his pretty soft fur, of which he was justly a trifle vain. The sun was shining, and although the air was very cold, he decided it was best for him to start for his cousin Red Squirrel's.