At the edge of the old briar-patch sits Peter Rabbit -- staring into the sky, his head tipped so far back it makes his neck ache! Up in the sky, a black speck sails across the snowy white face of a cloud.
How could that little speck be alive, way up there? But Peter knows it is -- and he knows who it is: King Eagle, who, by and by, disappears over the Great Mountain.
Peter rubs the back of his aching neck.
Then he gives a little sigh.
I wonder what it's like, to fly like that, he says .
not knowing just how much he is soon to learn about his friends in the green forest and meadow -- and the adventures he will have, while learning!.
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Aegypan Mother west wind 'how' stories by thornton burgess, fiction, animals, fantasy & magic, hardcover/thornton w. burgess
