Heffanutt has written Christmas cards all day long, he has so many friends that he wants to write to.  He hates the thought of someone not receiving Christmas cards at all, and therefore he wrote to everyone, even the grumpy mole. He was so happy when he finally could post the cards, thinking of the happy smiles of the receiver, well except the mole then.

He’s putting the cards in the mailbox one by one, counting to make sure everyone is sent.  Suddenly in the corner of his eye, he sees something and turns around.  The top of a little red hat is moving away, the owner is too small to be seen in the deep snow. The red hat is heading in the direction of Heffanutts and Ant King’s home.