The Woodchuck 23 



meadow larks were whistling on all sides, while 

 myriads of insects added their murmuring music to 

 the general symphony. 



The mother knew that all of these sounds were 

 only a part of her world and meant no harm, but 

 she listened very attentively for any unusual sound be- 



THE MOTHER LISTENING FOR UNUSUAL SOUNDS 



fore she ventured from the entrance. When satisfied 

 that there was no danger lurking in the fair clover 

 fields or in the blossoming apple trees above, she 

 led the way into the grass, followed by her little brood, 

 which tumbled frantically along in their haste to 



