When Baree ventured forth from under his rock at the beginning of the next day, he was a much older puppy than when he met Papayuchisew, the young owl, in his path near the old windfall.

If experience can be made to take the place of age, he had aged a great deal in the last forty-eight hours.

In fact, he had passed almost out of puppyhood.

He awoke with a new and much broader conception of the world.

It was a big place.