It was very peaceful there.
The wind rustled the leaves on the trees.
The birds flew among the branches and sang and talked and scolded.
Do birds ever scold?
Oh, my, yes! You should hear the mother birds, sometimes, when the father birds waste their time about the house and the baby birds are hungry!
But this morning nearly everything in the forest seemed happy.
The squirrels leaped from tree to tree.
Robin sang his merry “Cheer-up! chee, chee! Cheer-up! chee, chee!” And he sang it again and again.
I think he tried to say: “Welcome, queer little old man! Welcome to the forest!” (Besides, he may have found some good fat worms to eat.)