Two or three times a day he went down to the creek; and every morning and afternoon--especially about sunset--he had his fun rolling downhill.

In addition to this he began taking his afternoon naps in the crotch of a small sapling.

As Miki could see neither sense nor sport in tobogganing, and as he could not climb a tree, he began to spend more and more time in venturing up and down the foot of the ridge.

He wanted Neewa to go with him on these expeditions.
He never set out until he had entreated Neewa to come down out of his tree, or until he had made an effort to coax him away from the single trail he had made to the creek and back.

Neewa's obstinacy would never have brought about any real unpleasantness between them.