And Bunny was wet, too.

But he could not go home.  He knew better than to leave the oak tree and skip out into the field.

So he curled himself up in a very tiny ball and waited for the shower to be over.

It grew lighter and lighter.

The wind stopped blowing, and at last Mr. Sun peeped out from behind the cloud.

He looked right down on Bunny, and laughed to see how he was rolled up in such a tiny ball.

“Cheer up, cheer up!” sang Robin Redbreast.  “That was a fine rain.  I am going to take a bath in that puddle of water.”

Mr. Green Frog came out of his hole.

“Croak, croak!” he said.  “That was a fine rain.  I like to see the water running in the brook again.”

[Illustration:  “Croak, croak!” said Mr. Green Frog.]

Bunny jumped up and shook himself.

He was just as wet as he could be.

His feet were wet.  His back was wet.  And his nice long ears were wet.

He jumped up and shook himself.  Then he started off toward home.

On his way he met Mrs. Duck and all the little ducks.

They were going to the brook to have a swim.

“That was a fine rain,” Mrs. Duck called to Bunny.

“Just see how the flowers hold up their heads.”

But Bunny did not look at the flowers.  He could not see why anything liked to be wet.

“That was a fine rain,” said Mrs. Duck, again.  “That was a fine rain.”

“Perhaps it was,” said Bunny.  “But I like best to have the sun shine.”

And then, without saying another word, Bunny hopped off home.

Mrs. Duck and the little ducks went to the brook to have a swim in the fresh water.

And Robin Redbreast took a bath in the puddle under the oak tree.

SAMMY’S FLYING MACHINE

I

Sammy Red Squirrel was sitting on the stone wall eating a nut.

“Caw, caw!” called Blacky Crow, as he flew over the field.

“Caw, caw, caw!” he called.  “What are you doing, Sammy?”

Sammy stopped eating the nut, and looked up to see who was talking to him.

He saw Blacky Crow sailing round and round over his head.

“I am eating my breakfast,” he answered.  “Would you like to have a nut to eat, too?”

“Oh, no,” answered Blacky Crow.  “I can find something better than that.

“I am going to the pasture now to get my breakfast.”

Then Blacky Crow flapped his big wings and flew far, far away.

Sammy watched the crow fly over the tallest tree and out of sight.

“I wish I could fly,” he said to himself.  “I know I could if I had some wings.”

Just then a flock of sparrows flew over head.

“Twitter, twitter!” they said.

“Twitter, twitter, twitter!”