And the bear was so overjoyed at what Father Thrift said that he cried.
ROBINS, CROWS, AND BLACKBIRDS
A soft little breeze was blowing. It was warm, and it had in it the smell of green things growing—trees, and buds, and grass, and flowers.
Little birds were singing. And they had joy and gladness in their voices. And the colors of the rainbow were in their feathers.
Little brooks were flowing—flowing and growing into rivers. They sparkled in the merry sunshine, and their laughter could be heard everywhere they went.
The whole forest was glad. Why?
Because it was spring, merry spring. And spring is the gladdest, happiest time of all the year.