After dinner Papa Pan plays the guitar by the fire. "Where is my Wild Thing?" wonders Mud Mama.
"Check in his room, in your room, downstairs in the playroom, in our bed," suggests Papa Pan and Mud Mama, as Nature Girl runs through the house looking for him.
Finally Mud Mama spies his toes, he is tucked up asleep by the guitar case.
"Wild Thing is finally quieter than a mouse!" says Nature Girl.
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