In all the days he had lived it had not worked so hard as on this one day.

Furthermore, he was sleepy.

So he started out to look for the cave and his mother, feeling at the same time an overwhelming rush of loneliness and helplessness.
He was sprawling along between some bushes, when he heard a sharp intimidating cry.

There was a flash of yellow before his eyes.

He saw a weasel leaping swiftly away from him.