
Lemmie arrives promptly as agreed at Rocky's den the next morning. For some reason Rocky forgot he'd talked to Lemmie last night.
Sure enough, Weasel likes his new home. He goes about getting some fresh grass for the floor, and eats the spiders he found living there. Then, hungry, Weasel sets out to find some real food.
Meanwhile, Mouse has no idea where he will live, and he's afraid to go far from Rocky's den on his own. He worries he'll get attacked by a weasel or something. "Strangely," Mouse muses, "Rocky hasn't try to eat me. Maybe we could be pals."
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