Over the stone he fell,—right into the big pile of leaves under the oak tree.
Head first he went, and in a second he was all covered up with leaves.
He lost hold of the string, and the kite flew away up in the air.
One of the branches of the oak tree caught the string and held the kite fast.
"Oh, oh!" whistled North Wind. "Now it is my turn to fly the kite."
Bobtail did not say a word.
He picked himself out of the big pile of leaves, and shook his long ears back and forth.
"I don't like to fly kites," he said. "Let's go home and take a nap."
So the three little rabbits hopped back along the path through the woods.
North Wind puffed out his cheeks.