|08-03-2009, 06:31 PM||#1|
Join Date: Apr 2008
Location: Alabama, USA
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Burgess, Thornton W: Mother West Wind How Stories. V1. 3 Aug 2009
Peter Rabbit sat on the edge of the dear Old Briar-patch, staring up into the sky with his head tipped back until it made his neck ache. Way, way up in the sky was a black speck sailing across the snowy white face of a cloud. It didn’t seem possible that it could be alive way up there. But it was. Peter knew that it was, and he knew who it was. It was King Eagle. By and by it disappeared over towards the Great Mountain. Peter rubbed the back of his neck, which ached because he had tipped his head back so long. Then he gave a little sigh.
“I wonder what it seems like to be able to fly like that,” said he out loud, a