midnight
All day long the Merry Little Breezes of Old Mother West Wind had romped there among the asters and goldenrod . They had played tag through the cat rushes around the Smiling Pool . For very mischief they had rubbed the fur of the Field Mice babies the wrong way and had blown a fat green fly right out of Grandfather Frog 's mouth just as his lips came together with a smack . Now they were safely tucked in bed behind the Purple Hills , and so they missed the midnight feast at the foot of the Lone Pine . But Reddy Fox was there . You can always count on Reddy Fox to be about when mischief or good times are afoot , especially after Mr. Sun has pulled his nightcap on . Jimmy Skunk was there .