When Joe awoke next morning and started to pack there was no sign of Willie. Joe called him. There was no answer. 'Come on now, Willie, I'm not in the mood for games,' Joe said. 'We've got to get out of here by noon because other people are moving in.'
     Willie still didn't answer.
     'That Willie." Joe was irritated. 'Always plating hide and seek. Willie!' he shouted. 'Enough!'
     Still no sign of Willie. Joe got down on his hands and knees and began looking under the stove, the bed, the chairs and then he noticed the hole in the wall.
     Willie?' he called.
     No answer.
     Again. 'Willie?'
     All was quiet.
     'He's gone!' Joe said to himself. 'He listened to what I said. He's gone to live like all the others.'
     Joe stood up and braced himself. 'It's probably for the best,' he said. 'Maybe he'll be happier that way. Pete was right. There's no future in a squowse. I'll train an elephant or a seal. I'll miss the little fellow, but if he wasn't box-office, what's the use?'
     He sighed a deep sigh, waved goodbye and went away.