Thanking the little flower, she again started out and was just making the last turn when who should she see in her path but Old Tabby Cat. Fluffy looked but for an instant. She knew she must move quickly to escape, so she turned about, yelled for help as loudly as she could, and ran just as fast as her little legs would carry her. She was tired already after her long walk and could not make very good time. Old Tabby was gaining on her rapidly when Mrs. Woodpecker, who had heard Fluffy’s first cry for help, flew at once to the rescue. She jumped on Mrs. Tabby’s head and began pecking for all she was worth. This was such a surprise to Old Tabby that she fell head over heels into a hole by the roadside and it was quite a few minutes before she recovered herself enough to peep out to try to discover just what had attacked her. As she did so a big stone dropped from some place down in the hole beside her, pinning her tail fast. It was some time before little Timmy Mouse (for it was he who had rolled the stone on Old Tabby’s tail) dared to look over the edge of the pit to see how well his plans worked. “So it was you?” said Tabby, glaring at Timmy.

One look was enough for little Timmy and he scurried off home as fast as he could go.