Roger Wimsey was getting tired. He was only a small boy and he had walked a
long way. Of course Denver was a large place and he had gone far in his quest to
follow a rabbit down its hole. The story his mother had read was fresh in his
mind and he longed to have an Adventure like Alice. He sat down under a tree to
wait for adventure to find him.
There was a rustling in the grass, Roger looked around and saw a small,
long animal that looked a little like a stoat, but it was black, very black. It
stopped and looked at him and then turned and walked away. It reminded him of
his mother in some way. Suddenly some mice came bounding over the grass, one,
two, three, all white and they disappeared before he could move. Next a cat came
hurrying along looking to Roger as if to ask, "Which way did they go?" and then
moving on. Roger tried very hard to follow but his legs felt like lead. He tried
again, straining to rise, and woke.
Only a dream and he had all that way to get back to the house. Roger made
his way there slowly finally arriving in the entrance hall to look for his
mother. He raised his eyes and saw on the wall the family arms, the three mice
on a background of sable, the cat above waiting to pounce and he smiled. Then
the cat came through from the back of the hall licking it's lips. Roger ran to
find his mother.