. WEASEL WAS MADE AN OUTCAST 117

X. HOW THE EYES OF OLD MR. OWL BECAME FIXED 131

XI. HOW IT HAPPENS JOHNNY CHUCK SLEEPS ALL WINTER 145

XII. HOW OLD MR. OTTER LEARNED TO SLIDE 161

XIII. HOW DRUMMER THE WOODPECKER CAME BY HIS RED CAP 175

XIV. HOW OLD MR. TREE TOAD FOUND OUT HOW TO CLIMB 191

XV. HOW OLD MR. HERON LEARNED PATIENCE 205

XVI. HOW TUFTY THE LYNX HAPPENS TO HAVE A STUMP OF A TAIL 219

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"CAW, CAW, CAW, CAW, CAW!" YELLED BLACKY
AT THE TOP OF HIS VOICE _Frontispiece_

"OLD KING BEAR, WHO WAS KING NO LONGER,
WOULD GROWL A DEEP, RUMBLY-GRUMBLY GROWL" 64

"ONE DAY MR. RABBIT SURPRISED MR. WEASEL
MAKING A MEAL OF YOUNG MICE" 120

"HIS LEGS WERE SO LONG AND HIS NECK WAS SO
LONG THAT ALL HIS NEIGHBORS LAUGHED AT HIM" 216

I

HOW OLD KING EAGLE WON HIS WHITE HEAD

MOTHER WEST WIND "HOW" STORIES

I

HOW OLD KING EAGLE WON HIS WHITE HEAD

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 way he sometimes has.

"Are you envious?" asked a voice so close to him that Peter jumped.
There was Sammy Jay sitting in a little tree just over his head.

"No!" snapped Peter, for it made him a wee bit cross to be so startled.

"No, I'm not envious, Sammy Jay. I'm not envious of any bird. The ground
is good enough for me. I was just wondering, that's all."

"Have you ever seen King Eagle close