wood mouse

And once in a long time even a wood-mouse, hard pressed and panic-stricken, would leap in to swim across to the meadow shore.

The dormouse came from halfway up the hazel, and the wood-mouse came from its roots.

The house-mouse turned round and looked in the same direction as the wood-mouse.

"Well, you see, it's not a thing that you can help," said the wood-mouse.