Publisher's Synopsis
All the four-footed folk in the neighborhood agreed that Dickie Deer Mouse was well worth knowing. Throughout Pleasant Valley there was no one else so gentle as he. To be sure, Jasper Jay wore beautiful-perhaps even gaudy-clothes; but his manners were so shocking that nobody would ever call him a gentleman. As for Dickie Deer Mouse, he was always tastefully dressed in fawn color and white. And except sometimes in the spring, when he needed a new coat, he was a real joy to see. For he both looked and acted like a well-bred little person. It is too bad that there were certain reasons-which will appear later-why some of his feathered neighbors did not like him. But even they had to admit that Dickie was a spick-and-span young chap.
