Darrell the brown owl loved to perch on a tree branch and look at the valley below.  

Darrell had excellent hearing and eye sight. One day he heard a high pitched squeaking.

"What is that?" Darrell wondered. He flew down to find the sound. 

The crying got louder and Darrell found a little gray mouse. 

The mouse was sad and lost. "Hello," said Darrell. "Why are you sad?"

"I can't find my house," said the mouse. Darrell thought for a bit. "I can help," he said.

"Follow me up to my tree." Darrell said. The mouse climbed up the tree, following Darrell. 

From the tree, the mouse and Darrell could see far.

Darrell and the mouse saw some clouds and the valley down below.

"I don't see my house" cried the mouse. "Don't give up! Let's keep looking" Darrell said.

"Look!" said the mouse. "My house is near the farmhouse." Darrell and the mouse set out to find it.

The mouse climbed onto Darrell's back and they flew around a big hill, down the path, passed the brown cows, and the wildflowers.

At last, they found the mouse's house, a hole next to the farmhouse. The mouse was very happy and ran to his home.

"Thank you, Darrell," said the mouse. Darrell smiled. "You are welcome, I am glad I could help."

Darrell flew back to his tree, glad to help a friend in need.

Darrell the brown owl loved to perch on a tree branch and look at the valley below.  

Darrell had excellent hearing and eye sight. One day he heard a high pitched squeaking.

"What is that?" Darrell wondered. He flew down to find the sound. 

The crying got louder and Darrell found a little gray mouse. 

"I can't find my house," said the mouse. Darrell thought for a bit. "I can help," he said.

"Follow me up to my tree." Darrell said. The mouse climbed up the tree, following Darrell. 

From the tree, the mouse and Darrell could see far.

Darrell and the mouse saw some clouds and the valley down below.

"I don't see my house" cried the mouse. "Don't give up! Let's keep looking" Darrell said.

"Look!" said the mouse. "My house is near the farmhouse." Darrell and the mouse set out to find it.

Darrell the brown owl loves to perch on a tree and look at the valley. He hears a mouse who can't find its house. Can Darrell help the mouse find its way home?

Darrell the brown owl loves sitting high up in his tree, watching over the valley. One day, he hears a tiny mouse who can't find its way home. Will Darrell be able to help the mouse find its house? Read to find out how their journey unfolds!

The Lost Mouse

Darrell the brown owl loved to perch on a tree branch and look at the valley below.  
Darrell had excellent hearing and eye sight. One day he heard a high pitched squeaking.
"What is that?" Darrell wondered. He flew down to find the sound. 
The crying got louder and Darrell found a little gray mouse. 
The mouse was sad and lost. "Hello," said Darrell. "Why are you sad?"
"I can't find my house," said the mouse. Darrell thought for a bit. "I can help," he said.
"Follow me up to my tree." Darrell said. The mouse climbed up the tree, following Darrell. 
From the tree, the mouse and Darrell could see far.
Darrell and the mouse saw some clouds and the valley down below.
"I don't see my house" cried the mouse. "Don't give up! Let's keep looking" Darrell said.
"Look!" said the mouse. "My house is near the farmhouse." Darrell and the mouse set out to find it.
The mouse climbed onto Darrell's back and they flew around a big hill, down the path, passed the brown cows, and the wildflowers.
At last, they found the mouse's house, a hole next to the farmhouse. The mouse was very happy and ran to his home.
"Thank you, Darrell," said the mouse. Darrell smiled. "You are welcome, I am glad I could help."
Darrell flew back to his tree, glad to help a friend in need.