So the Fluffy Sparrow went inside the house in the tree that was so cozy and comfortable because it was lined with moss and wool. There he was sheltered from the rain and the wind and the frost and the snow. He ate up all the batch of juniper berry pies.
When the little Lady Woodpecker came home the Fluffy Sparrow was living in _her_ house and she had to find herself a new one because she had been such a selfish bird.
Once upon a time there was a little White Rabbit with two beautiful long pink ears and two bright red eyes and four soft little feet--_such_ a pretty little White Rabbit, but he wasn’t happy.
Just think, this little White Rabbit wanted to be somebody else instead of the nice little rabbit that he was.
When Mr. Bushy Tail, the gray squirrel, went by, the little White Rabbit would say to his Mammy:
“Oh, Mammy, I _wish_ I had a long gray tail like Mr. Bushy Tail’s.”
And when Mr. Porcupine went by, the little White Rabbit would say to his Mammy:
“Oh, Mammy, I _wish_ I had a back full of bristles like Mr. Porcupine’s.”
And when Miss Puddle-Duck went by in her two little red rubbers, the little White Rabbit would say:
“Oh, Mammy, I _wish_ I had a pair of red rubbers like Miss Puddle-Duck’s.”
So he went on and on wishing until his Mammy was clean tired out with his wishing and Old Mr. Ground Hog heard him one day.
Old Mr. Ground Hog is very wise indeed, so he said to the little White Rabbit:
“Why don’t you-all go down to Wishing Pond, and if you look in the water at yourself and turn around three times in a circle, you-all will get your wish.”
So the little White Rabbit trotted off, all alone by himself through the woods until he came to a little pool of green water lying in a low tree stump, and that was the Wishing Pond. There was a little, _little_ bird, all red, sitting on the edge of the Wishing Pond to get a drink, and as soon as the little White Rabbit saw him he began to wish again:
“Oh, I wish I had a pair of little red wings!” he said. Just then he looked in the Wishing Pond and he saw his little white face. Then he turned around three times and something happened. He began to have a queer feeling in his shoulders, like he felt in his mouth when he was cutting his teeth. It was his wings coming through. So he sat all day in the woods by the Wishing Pond waiting for them to grow, and, by and by, when it was almost sundown, he started home to see his Mammy and show her, because he had a beautiful pair of long, trailing red wings.