“Hang on tight to my tail,” said the Snorter, as he leaped along.
Never had Mr. Bushy Tail travelled at such a peculiar gait. It was like leap frog, only more so, and he felt as though he were on a ship at sea. However, he held on tight, and hoped for the best.
The Gentle South Wind
Towards evening, they reached the top of a high hill, where Mr. Ring-Tailed Snorter stopped leaping, and gazed towards the South.
“Here comes my friend,” said he. “Good bye,” and without a “by your leave,” or the chance of a “Thank you again,” the South wind had caught up Mr. Bushy Tail and was whirling him rapidly Northwards.
For nearly a week they travelled on, but much more pleasantly than with the fierce North wind.