not fooling a bit, honestly.

"Oh, oh! Save him!" cried Lulu.

"Yes, somebody get him down; please do!" added Alice, flapping her wings.

Billie Bushytail tried to jump up in the air, and grab hold of poor
Jimmie, but he couldn't reach him, and then Sammie Littletail, he tried,
but he couldn't reach him, and all the while poor Jimmie was being
carried higher and higher by the kite.

"Save me! Oh, save me!" he cried, but there didn't seem to be any way of
getting him down, and it began to look as if he would go right up to the
sky.

On the ground Lulu and Alice were running here and there, flapping their
wings and quacking, and Billie and Johnnie Bushytail were chattering, and
as for Sammie Littletail, he made a noise just like a rabbit. Oh, there
was great excitement, I can tell you!

Mr. Cock A. Doodle, the rooster, he came running out, and he crowed as
loud as ever he could crow, as if that could do any good. Then he flapped
his wings as hard as he could, and that didn't do any good, either. Jimmie
kept going farther and farther away.

"Oh, will no one save him?" asked Lulu, crying big tears.

"Wait a minute, I'll try it!" said Bully, the frog. "I am a good jumper,
and I'll jump up. Maybe I can pull the kite down." So he jumped up as high
as ever he could, but it wasn't nearly high enough, and Bully came back on
the ground, ker-thump, ker-bump! and Jimmie Wibblewobble kept on going
up. Poor Bully hurt his ankle, too, and he was lame for some days.

"Run and tell Grandfather Goosey-Gander," cried Lulu. "Maybe he can think
up a way of getting Jimmie down."

So they all ran and told the old gentleman duck, for Mr. and Mrs.
Wibblewobble were away that afternoon. Grandfather Goosey-Gander hurried
out, and he squinted up at Jimmie, who looked only about as big as a baby
chicken now, he was so far away, and then the Grandfather flapped his
wings.

"Nothing can save him!" said Grandfather Goosey-Gander, very solemnly,
"Jimmie has gone to the sky!"

Then, oh, how badly Lulu and Alice felt for their little brother! and all
the others felt badly, too, for they liked Jimmie. But don't get excited
now. All will be well in a very few minutes. Do not fear.

Bully, the frog, made one more jump, hoping to reach the kite, and pull it
down, but he might as well have tried to jump over the moon, which only a
hey-diddle-diddle-cat-and-the-fiddle-cow can do. Well, it looked as if
Jimmie was gone for ever, when, all at once,