ep.

"Let's go out and have a game of tag," he said to his two brothers.

"I will reach the big oak tree first."

Now Bunny and Billy always liked to have a game of tag with Bobtail.

So they both hopped out of their warm house.

"Look out for me!" called North Wind. "I can catch you all."

Hippity-hop went Bobtail down the path that led to the big oak tree.

And hippity-hop went Billy and Bunny after him.

Just as they came to the oak tree Bobtail saw the pile of leaves.

"Who put all those leaves under this tree?" he said.

"I did, I did," called North Wind. "And here are some more to make the
pile larger."

Then North Wind puffed out his cheeks and blew more leaves under the
oak tree.

"Oh, what fun!" said Bunny. "I should like to do that."

Bunny puffed out his cheeks and blew and blew, as hard as he could blow.

But the leaves did not move, until North Wind came to help him.

"This is just the day to fly a kite," said Bobtail.

"Yes," said Billy. "The children always fly kites when the wind blows."

"I wish we had a kite," said Bunny. "I should like to see it sail up
in the air and over the trees."

"I can make a kite," said Bobtail.

"How, how?" asked both the other little rabbits together.

"See this big oak leaf," said Bobtail. "This would make a good kite,
if we had a long string."

"I know where there is a string," said Bunny. "One of the boys dropped
it out of his pocket the other day.

"It is on the ground, under the pine tree. I will get it for you."

So Bunny hopped off, and in a minute he was back with the long string.

Bobtail tied the string to the short stem of the oak leaf.

"Let me fly the kite," begged Bunny.

"No, let me," said Billy.

"We will take turns," said Bobtail. "Bunny may have his turn first."

So Bunny took hold of the string.

He picked the kite up and tossed it into the air just as he had seen
the boys do.

The kite fluttered and fell to the ground at Bunny's feet.

"This is not a good kite," he said. "It will not fly up into the air."

II

"Let me try now," said Billy. "I know how to make a kite fly."

So Billy took hold of the string.

Then he climbed up on the old stump and tossed the kite into the air.

"Look, look!" he cried. "See the kite fly this time."

But the oak leaf just fluttered and fluttered, and fell to the ground
at Billy's feet.

"Something is the matter with this kite," said Billy. "You did not
make it t