Then the three little gnomes carried him into their house, away back in
the trunk of the tree, and placed him upon one of their little beds.

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When the three little gnomes had finished their dinner they lit their
pipes and wondered how they might help the little boy find his way home.

"Let us go to old Wizzy Owl and see if he can suggest anything!" said
one.

"Yes, brothers," cried another, "Let us go to old Wizzy Owl."

So the three little gnomes went to the home of Wizzy Owl and Wizzy Owl
said he would fly high above the forest and try and see the little boy's
home.

"I can not see his home!" cried Wizzy Owl. "Maybe Fuzzy Fox can tell
you!"

So the three little gnomes went to the home of Fuzzy Fox and Fuzzy Fox
said he would run through the forest and see if he could find the little
boy's home. So Fuzzy Fox ran through the forest, but could not find the
little boy's home. "But," said Fuzzy Fox, "I came upon a wounded deer
who told me that a party of huntsmen had passed through the forest
yesterday and had shot her with an arrow." So the three little gnomes
went to see the wounded deer and they washed the wound the arrow had