![]() ![]() A small, deep, and comfortable nest consisting of three chambers, each of its rooms was lined with milkweed fluff. ![]() ![]() we’re in great danger.Ī startled Clover looked about the nest where she and Valerian and all their children had made their home for six happy years. She never got enough sleep.Ĭlover, Valerian whispered, we’re . . . You’ve not going to believe it.Ĭan’t you just tell me what it is? Clover replied with a yawn. But Clover, you’ve got to see what I’ve discovered. She had recently given birth to a new litter-her fourth that year-and was so tired, she hadn’t ventured from the nest in more than a week. Is something the matter with the children? Clover asked. At the moment his tail was whipping about in great agitation. His face bore the fixed expression of being perpetually overwhelmed without knowing quite what to do about it. He was a long-faced, lanky, middle-aged golden mouse with shabby fur of orange hue and scruffy whiskers edged with gray. Clover missed him terribly, and kept wishing he’d come back. He had gone east in search of adventures but had not been heard of for four months. Was that Ragweed leaning over her? Ragweed was a particular favorite of her sixty-three children. Too sleepy to make sense of the words being spoken to her, she opened her silky black eyes, looked up, and gasped. ![]() You need to wake up! Something awful is happening."Ĭlover, a golden mouse, was small, round, and fast asleep in a snug corner of her underground nest. ![]()
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