Master Meadow Mouse was pudgy. His legs were so short and his tail was so short and his ears were so short that he looked even fatter than he really was. And goodness knows he was plump enoughȔespecially toward fall when the corn was ripe. He lived in Farmer Greens meadow. And he never harmed anybody. For Master Meadow Mouse was fat and good-natured. Friendly folk, such as Paddy Muskrat and Billy Woodchuck, liked him because he was good-natured. They always smiled pleasantly when they spoke of him. And unfriendly folk, such as Peter Mink and Tommy Fox, liked him because he was fat. When they mentioned him they always grinned horribly and licked their lips. Now, it was a pity that in Pleasant Valley, where Farmer Greens meadow lay, there were many of the fat-loving kind. Not only Peter Mink and Tommy Fox, but Grumpy Weasel, Solomon Owl, Ferdinand Frog, Henry Hawk and even Miss Kitty Cat were usually on the watch for Master Meadow Mouse. Naturally, he soon learned to be on the lookout for them. And if he hadnt seen them first he would never have grown up to be Mister Meadow Mouse. In spite of all those enemies, Master Meadow Mouse managed to enjoy life in Farmer Greens meadow. Usually he found plenty of seeds to eat. He liked to swim in Broad Brook. And in winter, when the snow was deep, he made tunnels beneath it, and a nest, too, which was snug and warm under the thick white blanket that covered it. The only time Master Meadow Mouse was ever known to lose his temper was when Farmer Green mowed the meadow. Under the high grass Master Meadow Mouse had been able to run about his well-beaten paths unseen by hawks. But with the grass cut and raked, leaving only naked stubble, he couldnt hide even from old Mr. Crow. It was no wonder that he agreed with Bobby Bobolinks wife. The Bobolink family were so upset by haying that they moved to Cedar Swamp at the very first clatter of the mowing machine. And when Master Meadow Mouse bade them good-by Mrs. Bobolink said to him, What a shame that Farmer Green should break up a happy home like ours! And Master Meadow Mouse remarked that it was very careless of Farmer Green. He might have waited till the snow comes, at least, before cutting the grass, said Master Meadow Mouse. Youd better move to Cedar Swamp with us, Mrs. Bobolink suggested. Its a fine place. I know, for we lived there last fall. But Master Meadow Mouse didnt want to move. The grass will grow again, he explained. Farmer Green cant stop the grass from growing, no matter how often he cuts it. And of course that was quite true. After haying Master Meadow Mouse had to be more careful than ever. He knew that the hawks would scan the meadow many times a day in hopes of catching a glimpse of his reddish-brown back. Luckily he succeeded in dodging them. And he dodged a good many other fierce rascals long after winter with its snow had descended on Pleasant Valley. Yet he never complained. He said that danger kept the daysȔand nights tooȔfrom being dull. ...