Aggrieved and miserable, they went rambling off, each his own way, to face alone what Fate might have in store for him.
And Young Grumpy, looking up from a melancholy but consoling feast which he was making on a mushroom, found himself alone in the world.
"He didn't care a fig.

You see, he was so grumpy.

Not knowing where to go, he strolled up the hill and into the fir woods.

Here he came upon a very old, moth-eaten, feeble-looking woodchuck, who was very busy in a half-hearted way digging himself a hole.

Suddenly he stopped.