The weather had turned cold. Deep snow had drifted nearly to the top of the shoe house windows. Some of the Teenie Weenies ventured out on their tiny skis and snowshoes, but most of the little people crowded around the Teenie Weenie fireplace. It was warm there and pleasant to watch the lead pencil logs blaze in the tiny fireplace. Still, after a day or so, the Teenie Weenies became restless.

"Jinks!" exploded the Dunce. "Let's do something."

"How about a sled ride?" suggested the Cowboy. "We could get a couple of mice to pull the sled and have a lot of fun."

The Teenie Weenies were delighted with the idea of a sled ride. They set to work at once making arrangements. The Cowboy went off on his skis to hire a couple of mice. Some of the Teenie Weenie men dug the sled out of the deep snow and made it ready for the trip. The Teenie Weenie women brought out many Teenie Weenie pillows and blankets. Everybody was wearing his warmest clothes, his galoshes and his mittens.

When the two mice arrived they were hitched to the sled. The Cowboy, an expert mouse-back rider, took charge of the team. The mice were a spirited pair of Teenie Weenie horses and they fairly made the sled fly over the snow.

The Teenie Weenies had a delightful ride. Everything went smoothly until they were nearly home on the return trip, then they had an accident. It was a very sudden accident, too, for the first thing the Teenie Weenies knew the mice had scampered up a tree, upsetting the sled. The little people found themselves dumped into the snow.

"W-w-what's the matter?" asked the General, popping his head out of the drift into which he had fallen.

The mice set up a loud chattering, but the General could not understand a single word. The Teenie Weenies can talk to most birds and animals, but it is very hard for them to understand mice. However, the Chinaman, who usually can understand them, began to translate their chatter into the Teenie Weenie language.

"Mice say they muchie flightened," the Chinaman reported. "They say they smell cat."

The General climbed a nearby bush and looked about.

"There is not a cat in sight," he reported to the shivering mice, who were too excited to look for themselves.

"Anyway, you are not safe up there because a cat can climb a tree quick as a wink," argued the Dunce.

Everybody said sh-h-h to the Dunce because he made the mice even more afraid, if that was possible.

The mice refused to come down from the tree, so the Teenie Weenies were forced to walk to the shoe house. There they all toasted their tiny toes before the fire and laughed a great deal over the accident while they supped hot chocolate, which the Teenie Weenie Cook had made for them.

It was a long time before the mice appeared at the shoe house for their pay. They were still quite nervous, but the Teenie Weenies gave each of them three grains of corn for their work and they seemed well pleased.

(January 3rd, 1943)

The Teenie Weenies are very fond of a certain seed which grows on a tall weed. This plant has a tiny sweet seed which the little folk use for breakfast food. They had gathered some during the early Autumn, but it was nearly gone. When the Cook announced that fact, the little people were much disturbed.

"I know where there are some weeds," said the Turk, who especially liked this Teenie Weenie food. "Maybe there are some seeds still left in the pods. I'll go out and have a look at them after breakfast"

"I doubt that you'll want to go out after breakfast seed this morning," said the General, as he passed the platter of fried frog ham to the Turk "It's mighty cold outside."

"Well," said the Turk, "the seeds won't come to us and so there is nothing to do but go after them. I'm going to try to get some."

After breakfast the Dunce, the Sailor and the Chinaman agreed to heap the Turk. Taking bags to which they had tied strings they could be hung from the shoulders, the four little chaps set out to find the seeds. They found plenty of the right kind of weeds, but the wind had blown away many of the seeds and the little men had to climb many weeds before they were able to fill the bags they had brought with them.

While they were at work a dog came trotting by. He spied the Teenie Weenies climbing the weeds and came up and stared with wide eyes.

"What are you doing up there?" the dog asked.

"We're picking some seeds," answered the Turk, who understood dog's talk fairly well. "We use the seed for breakfast food."

"Do you really eat them?" asked the dog

"Certainly," said the Turk. "They're good."

"Lawsy!" exclaimed the dog. "I wish I had something good to eat. I'm nearly starved and the worst part of it is that I have a fine bone buried with a lot of meat on it."

"Why don't you dig it up then?" asked the Dunce.

"Can't," answered the dog. "The ground is frozen solid and I can't get at it."

"Shucks!" said the Turk. "We can fix that for you. Show us where the bone is buried and we'll build a fire over the spot and thaw out the ground so you can dig it up."

The dog gladly led the Teenie Weenies to the place where he had buried the bone, and the little men began gathering small twigs to build a big fire. The Turk started a tiny blaze with his flint and steel, and in a short time he had a roaring fire burning.

"Now," said the Turk, ‘we must be going home, but when this fire burns down and cools off, all you'll have to do is to dig up the bone."

"You'd better stick around and I'll give you some," said the dog. "It's good meat."

"Say!" said Dunce. "That meat will be all covered with dirt after being buried in the ground."

"A little dirt won't hurt you," the dog insisted.

"A little dirt on a cold morning like this might not do any harm behind the ears or on the neck," grinned the Dunce, "but I don't want to eat any."

"Well," laughed the dog, "thanks for your help, and if there is anything I can do for you just let me know."

The Teenie Weenies went off with their bags of seed and the last they saw of the dog he was sitting beside the fire waiting for it to burn out so he could dig up his bone.

Bird Rescue (January 2nd, 1944)

A little snow lay over the ground and during the night the weather turned bitter cold. Early the next morning the Teenie Weenie Turk was up before the rest of the little people. He dressed warmly, not forgetting to put on his tiny ear muffs and taking a Teenie Weenie snow shovel, he set to work clearing off the Teenie Weenie paths about the shoe house. He cleaned off the front porch and steps, and then removed the snow from the kitchen porch. As he started to shovel a path to the woodshed he noticed something dark lying in the snow nearby.

"Looks like a bird!" the Turk muttered to himself. When he ran over to the object, he discovered it was a golden-crowned kinglet. The bird appeared lifeless, but the Turk ran to the shoe house and called the Teenie Weenie Doctor. The Doctor, followed by a number of the little people, ran to the bird and hastily examined it.

"It's still alive!" the Doctor told them, "but we must get it into a warm place quickly."

"We'd better take it into the shoe house," said the Turk, as several of the little men carefully picked up the bird. The men carried the bird toward the shoe house. But as they drew near the front steps, the General came out and told them to take the bird to the toolhouse.

"You'll never get that bird through the doorway here," said the General. "The toolhouse door is bigger and you can probably get through it without much trouble."

The Teenie Weenies carried the bird to the toolhouse, which had been made out of an old coffee can. Even that door was a tight squeeze, and the Teenie Weenies had to do considerable pushing before they could get the bird inside. As soon as they worked the bird through, it was wrapped in four Teenie Weenie comforters which the Lady of Fashion brought from the shoe house.

The Sailor built a roaring fire in the tiny stove, and the coffee can was soon warm and comfortable. In a short time the bird opened its eyes. The Doctor made a careful examination, which showed that the bird was nearly starved and suffering from cold. The Cook brought over some warm broth, and the bird was able to eat a little. Under the Teenie Weenies' care the bird rapidly improved, and in a few days it was quite well.

"You see," the Doctor explained, "birds have a hard time to make a living when snow covers the ground. They can't find enough to eat and then they grow weak and suffer from the cold."

Into A Saucepan (January 7th, 1945)

It was cold and frosty outside and most of the Teenie Weenies were contented to keep close to the Teenie Weenie fireplace. It was tiresome for the Dunce for he liked to be busy and just sitting around didn't suit him. He teased the Lady of Fashion until that little person threatened to jab him with the Teenie Weenie darning needle with which she was mending Teenie Weenie stockings. The Dunce strolled out into the Teenie Weenie kitchen where the Cook, and Gogo were finishing with the luncheon dishes. "Come on and let's go over to the shop and see what the Turk is doing," he said. 

The Cook and Gogo put away the last of the Teenie Weenie dishes and followed the Dunce to the coffee can which the little men used for a work shop. They found the Turk hammering the kinks out of a woman's hairpin. He was making some curtain rods for the Teenie Weenie dining room windows and the Dunce, the Cook, and Gogo stood around and watched him work for a few minutes. Finally the Dunce became restless and he suggested they go to one of the big houses in the lane. "Maybe we can find something to eat there," he argued.

 "Say!" exclaimed the Dunce, who had touched the side of the pan. "There's something warm in this pan. I'm going to find out what it is."