Up jumped all the Little Breezes, clapping their hands.

"Oh let's!" they shouted.

Way over across the Green Meadows they could see two long ears above
the nodding daisies.

"There's Peter Rabbit," cried one. "Let's help him find those tender
young carrots!"

No sooner proposed than off they all raced to see who could reach Peter
first. Peter was sitting up very straight, looking this way and
looking that way for some tender young carrots, but not one had he
found, and his stomach was empty. The Merry Little Breezes stopped
just long enough to tickle his long ears and pull his whiskers, then
away they raced, scattering in all directions, to see who could first
find a tender young carrot for Peter Rabbit. By and by when one of
them did find a field of tender young carrots he rushed off, taking the
smell of them with him to tickle the nose of Peter Rabbit.

Peter wriggled his nose, his funny little nose, very fast when it was
tickled with the smell of tender young carrots, and the Merry Little
Breeze laughed to see him.

"Come on, Peter Rabbit, for this is my busy day!" he cried.

Peter Rabbit didn't have to be invited twice. Away he went,
lipperty-lipperty-lip, as fast as his long legs could take him after
the Merry Little Breeze. And presently they came to the field of
tender young carrots.

"Oh thank you, Merry Little Breeze!" cried Peter Rabbit, and
straightway began to eat his breakfast.

Another Merry Little Breeze, slipping up the Crooked Little Path on the
hill, spied the hind legs of a fat beetle sticking out from under a
flat stone. At once the Little Breeze remembered Jimmy Skunk, who was
hunting for beetles for his breakfast. Off rushed the Little Breeze in
merry whirls that made the grasses sway and bend and the daisies nod.

When after a long, long hunt he found Jimmy Skunk, Jimmy was very much
out of sorts. In fact Jimmy Skunk was positively cross. You see, he
hadn't had any breakfast, for hunt as he would he couldn't find a
single beetle.

When the Merry Little Breeze danced up behind Jimmy Skunk and, just in
fun, rumpled up his black and white coat, Jimmy quite lost his temper.
In fact he said some things not at all nice to the Merry Little Breeze.
But the Merry Little Breeze just laughed. The more he laughed the
crosser Jimmy Skunk grew, and the crosser Jimmy Skunk grew the more the
Merry Little Breeze laughed. It was such a jolly laugh that pretty
soon Jimmy Skunk began to