Mother West Wind 'How' Stories

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 its 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!