The little Puskin ran lipperty - lopperty - lipperty - lopperty, as fast as he could to tell the Puskins of Mapland what danger they were in.
None of the Puskins seemed to know what to do. Some of them just clasped their paws together and groaned. Some just said "oooh, oooh" and some just shook their heads. Suddenly the little gray Puskin remembered the Hazel twig in his pocket and he said to himself, "Now I'll see if the old brown Puskin will really help."
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