Now let us see -- oh, yes, I remember now. We left off just when little Timmy Meadowmouse poked his head up through the snow and said, "Helloa!"
"Howdy, Timmy Meadowmouse, Through the chimney of your house Looking o'er the meadow white, Glancing round from left to right, You might lose your woollen socks If 't weren't I, but Danny Fox,"
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