He looked up to see what it was, and there at his feet lay an oak leaf.
He looked up in the top of the tree.
West Wind flew by and shook the branches of the tree very gently.
And another leaf floated softly down to the ground beside its brother.
Sammy sat there watching the leaves for a few minutes.
Then he jumped up and clapped his hands.
"I know what I can do," he said. "I can make some wings for myself out of those oak leaves.
"I will ask all the other squirrels to come and watch me fly."
Sammy hunted on the ground until he found two very large oak leaves.
"I can hold them out with my front paws," he said. "I think they will look just like wings."