wings.

"I will fly to the oak tree this very minute."

As he flew over the meadow he saw the sparrows and told them where he
was going.

They wanted to go, too.

Every one wanted to go and watch Sammy fly.

II

When they were all seated, Sammy picked up the two leaves he had found
and skipped gaily up the tree.

He ran up the tree and out on one of the longest branches.

"Now, watch me!" he called to all his friends.

"See me fly just like a bird."

Sammy took one leaf in each of his front paws and held them out as far
as he could.

He stood on the very end of the branch for just one minute.

He saw that every one was watching him.

"You must flap your wings," called Blacky Crow.

"Hop off the branch," called one of the sparrows.

So Sammy flapped his wings, and then he hopped off the branch.

But, oh, dear me! The wings would not hold Sammy up in the air.

Sammy forgot to hold his wings out straight and they hung down at his
side without a flutter.

And down to the ground Sammy fell.

[Illustration: Down to the ground Sammy fell.]

Bump! he came down at the foot of the oak tree.

He almost fell on top of Bunny Rabbit.

But Bunny saw him coming and jumped out of the way just in time.

Sammy lay very still where he had fallen.

All the squirrels ran down to see if he had hurt himself.

Bobby Gray Squirrel ran to pick the fallen bird up from the ground.

Sammy had given his nose such a bump that it was all black and blue.

He had hurt his paw. And his make-believe wings were all crushed and
broken.

Sammy rubbed his nose and then he looked at his friends.

"I don't believe oak leaves make good wings," he said.

"No," said the tiniest sparrow, "the best wings are made of feathers."

"Caw, caw!" said Blacky Crow. "My wings are made of feathers. See how
I can fly."

Then Blacky Crow flapped his big wings and flew away.

The sparrows flew away, too.

All the squirrels scampered off to hunt for nuts.

And the rabbits went back to their home to take a nap.

Sammy was left sitting alone on the old stone wall.

Every few minutes he rubbed his poor little nose.

And as he rubbed his nose he thought:

"Flying may be fun for birds, and swimming may be fun for ducks.

"But running and jumping among the branches of the big oak tree is more
fun for squirrels."

THE CABBAGE PATCH

I

"Oh, dear me!" said Billy. "I am so hungry. I wish I could find
something good t