And if I stop a minute to think, I guess I’ll remember some more friends of the little rabbit. Why, of course. There was Teddy Turtle, who carried his little shell house around with him all the time, and the little Freshwater Crab, and Mrs. Darning Needle, skimming over the water like an airship.
The little rabbit stopped under the shady willow tree and looked about him. It was a warm day and very still, for Billy Breeze had fallen asleep somewhere in the Shady Forest.
Pretty soon Granddaddy Bullfrog dozed off and Mrs. Oriole sang softly to her little ones:
“Little birds within the nest
Some day you will fly away.
Then the weeping willow tree
To the meadow grass will say;
“‘Oh, I feel so lonely now,
An empty nest hangs from my bough.
Must I wait until the Spring