"To the top of the hill, to see the fine view," replied Brighteyes, as she paused to get her breath, which she had nearly lost.
"You will never get up the way you are going," said the ant. "You should crawl, as I do," and she crawled over a stone to show how it should be done. But Buddy and Brighteyes could not crawl, and they told the ant so. Still they kept on, and pretty soon they met a bird.
"You had better fly to the top of the hill as I do," said the bird. "It's much easier than walking," only, of course, Buddy and Brighteyes could not fly.
But the two guinea pig children were not discouraged, and they kept on and on, and pretty soon, really and truly honestly, they were at the very top of the hill—a place where they had never been before.
They could look off to the mountains, and they saw a lake, and they could see the place where the end of the rainbow was, whenever there was a rainbow, and they felt happy, because everything was so lovely, and Buddy said:
"I feel so glad, I must sing a little song." So he sang this one, which can only be sung on top of a hill:
"It's very hard to climb a hill,
But when you're at the top,
You feel so very fine and good
Because it's there you stop.