Whenever Mr. Crow visited the cornfield, the meadow mouse family hastened to hide.
Mr. meadow mouse assured him that he wouldn't dream of trespassing.
"On a warm summer's day it's delightfully cool down here," Mr. meadow mouse murmured.
"I'll go on the other side of the wall and look," Mr. meadow mouse offered.
Meanwhile Master meadow mouse was having a very bad quarter of an hour.
And every night he joined the big meadow mouse family in a frolic.
He thought a great deal of Mr. meadow mouse, did little Mr. Chipmunk.
But Mr. meadow mouse reminded him that a promise was a promise.
"It's plain that your umbrella didn't grow as much as you thought," Mr. meadow mouse retorted.
But Mr. meadow mouse said that he didn't see how he could do that.