Yee Smaxe and Gesslas.

Mole squinted at the crowd hurrying toward his newspaper office. He hopped up from his typewriter. "They're coming to congratulate me," he said. "They must all be as thrilled as I am with the Field and Forest News."

But when Mole opened the front door, he didn't find a thrilled crowd. He found an angry crowd.

Mrs. Owl shoved a copy of the Field and Forest News into Mole's face. "Page 3. Wedding news. Read this!" she cried.

Mole squinted and read the small print. "Young Tad and Emily Owl became owl and wife on Saturday. Mr. and Mrs. Snowy Owl are proud parents of the bride. Mr. and Mrs. Hoot Owl are parents of the broom."

"How dare you call us the parents of the broom!"

"Terribly sorry," said Mole. "Of course I meant to type 'groom,' not 'broom.'"

"I have a beef with you, too," said Mayor Raccoon. "Look what you wrote about the Forest Council meeting."

Mole squinted and read the small print. "'Forest Council will meet Friday at the Raccoon's house.' I don't see anything so dreadful about that, Mayor."

"Read on."

"'The meeting will be grief.' I am sorry. I meant to type, 'The meeting will be brief.'"

Coach Groundhog shoved his way through the crowd. "Who do you think you are, anyway? You printed that my ball team got beaten 999-2 by the Squirrels. Losing 9-2 was bad enough, but you had to go and rub it in!"

"I assure you, Coach, I'm most sorry," said Mole.

The crowd wasn't finished with Mole yet. It seemed as if the entire population of both field and forest had been insulted by something in this week's Field and Forest News.

"I'll correct the problem," Mole promised. But how? he wondered. I read over this whole paper before I delivered it. I thought I had corrected all the mistakes. I guess my eyes aren't as sharp as they used to be.

Mole worried over his problem for the rest of the day. He worried so much that he didn't notice when he made a few mistakes in the ad for the forest's new doctor. So instead of typing:

DR. MUSKRAT, EYE DOCTOR, PROUDLY ANNOUNCES THE OPENING OF HER OFFICE-EYE EXAMS AND GLASSES he typed:

DR. MUSKRAT, YEE ROTCOD, PROUDLY ANNOUNCES THE OPENING OF HER OFFICE--YEE SMAXE AND GESSLAS.

This time Mole noticed his mistake before he was to deliver the Field and Forest News. "But if I change all the papers now, I'll be late making deliveries. What should I do?" Mole asked himself. "I know. I'll go see this Dr. Muskrat and tell her I'm sorry."

Mole hurried across the forest to Dr. Muskrat's home by the stream. The housekeeper showed him into a room with a chart on one wall and rows of eyeglasses on another.

"I thought I was a bad typist," said Mole, squinting at the chart on the wall. "Those letters don't spell anything at all."

Mole stopped chuckling over the chart when Dr. Muskrat arrived. "I'm so sorry about the ad," he said. "I'll print it again next week, Dr. Muskrat, free of charge. And this time I promise you it'll be right." Mole shook his head. "My eyesight is just not as clear as it used to be." He squinted at a strange contraption across the room. "Is that what you use for eye exams?"

"That's right," said Dr. Muskrat.

"I never thought of it until this moment," Mole said, "but could you ... would you ... give me one of your eye exams?"

Dr. Muskrat set to work right away. "Just as I expected," she said. "You're nearsighted. With glasses, you can have twenty-twenty vision."

Mole squinted. "Is that good?"

"Excellent."

The new glasses helped so much that Mole typed up the next Field and Forest News in record time.

"There's only one problem with these glasses," he told Dr. Muskrat, when the doctor visited the newspaper office. "It takes me twice as long to deliver the Field and Forest News now."

Dr. Muskrat frowned. "Why's that?"

"Because there's so much to see, now that I've got these glasses! I can see things I never saw before. And I have to stop and look at all the sights."

Mole glanced out the window and saw a most unwelcome sight. A crowd was coming. "Not again!" Mole cried. "Now what have I done wrong?"

Mole opened his front door, "What can I do for you all?" he asked.

Mrs. Owl smiled. "Not a thing. I just wanted to tell you to keep printing this wonderful newspaper."

Mayor Raccoon shook Mole's hand. "Good job of reporting what happened at the Forest Council meeting," he said.

Coach Groundhog slapped Mole on the back. "Terrific sports page!"

Mole grinned. "I couldn't have done it without the YEE SMAXE AND GESSLAS."

"What in the world are YEE SMAXE AND GESSLAS?" Mrs. Owl asked.

"If you'd really like to know," said Mole, "I heartily suggest that you pay Dr, Muskrat a visit!"