Keep on wiggling till you’re free,
Wiggle like a jumping flea,”
shouted Billy Breeze.
“Stop talking to Teddy Turtle,” screamed Hungry Hawk, by this time out of breath and nearly ready to drop.
“Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle!” again shouted Billy Breeze.
Then Teddy Turtle wiggled and jiggled and jiggled and wiggled until all of a sudden, just like that, Hungry Hawk couldn’t hold him a minute longer. Down dropped the little turtle right into the Bubbling Brook and off went Hungry Hawk to rest his weary wings in a near-by tree.
“Look out for him when he’s rested,” whispered Billy Breeze.
“I’ll swim away,” answered Teddy Turtle, and down the stream he went as fast as he could go. Pretty soon he came to a nice deep place under a shelving bank. Here he hid for a long time. And maybe he would be hiding there yet if Billy Breeze hadn’t been on the lookout.
“The old hawk has flown away,” he whispered, dancing over the tall water grass that stood barefoot in the cool water.
“Are you sure?” asked the little turtle, anxiously. “I don’t want to be caught again. Dear me, but my neck is scratched. Hungry Hawk has sharp claws.”