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THE NORTHLAND BIRD LIFE 
slipped from under her mother’s breast and 
went wandering down the hallway. 
Suddenly she saw a sharp pink nose poke 
its way through the wall and two pink eyes 
looked at her very sharply. Presently two 
white feet followed the pink nose and the 
pink eyes. Of course they belonged to our old 
friend, Little White Fox. That young scamp 
with his sharp nose and his twinkling eyes, 
was between Baby Laughing Loon, and her 
mother. What should she do? There was 
only one thing to do, and she did it at once: 
she ran to the end of the hallway and tumbled 
into the sea. 
Now Baby Laughing Loon didn’t know one 
thing about swimming, but somehow she 
found herself right side up in a moment, and 
in smother second her feet were going swish, 
swish! through the water, just as if she had 
been swimming for ages and ages. And her 
fuzzy-wuzzy, woolly-cotton bathing suit kept 
her perfectly dry! 
Of course Mrs. Laughing Loon had 
wakened by this time and missed her baby, 
