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. '^ad flews
11 was still in the valley of the dragons. Mist had drifted in from the sea nearby and was clinging to the mountains. Birds twittered uncertainly in the foggy damp, and clouds hid the sun.
A rat came scuttling down the slope, fell head over heels, tumbled down the moss-covered rocks, and picked herself up again.
"Didn't I say so?" she muttered crossly to herself. "Didn't I tell them?"
Snuffling, she raised her pointy nose, listened, and headed toward a group of crooked fir trees at the foot of the highest mountain.
"I knew before winter," murmured the rat. "Oh, yes, I knew before winter, I could smell it coming, but they wouldn't beheve me, no, not them! They feel safe here. Safe! Huh! Really!"
It was so dark under the fir trees that you could scarcely see the gaping crevice in the mountainside that swallowed up the mist.