Dodge, Mary Mapes, 1830-1905 · [New York : Scribner & Co.] · leaf 83
The sun in the west was sinking red,And the Dormouse had just turned into bed,Dreaming as only a Dormouse can,When all of a sudden his nest began To quiver and shiver and tremble and shake.Something was wrong, and no mistake ! In a minute the Dormouse was wide awake,And, putting his head outside… … All he could do was to feebly stammer: I m sorry, but I m afraid it s me.Please dont be angry. I 11 try to be— No one will know what he meant to say, For all at once he melted away. A mouses rage was the final straw To a thing that had filled a land with awe. The Dormouse, grumbling, went back…
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