Mother West Wind's big bag with all the other Merry Little
Breezes.

So he started across the Green Meadows to find the Purple Hills.
But all the hills were black now and he could not tell which he
should look behind to find his home with Old Mother West Wind and
the Merry Little Breezes. How he did wish that he had minded Old
Mother West Wind.

By and by he curled up under a bayberry bush and tried to go to
sleep, but he was lonely, oh, so lonely! And he couldn't go to
sleep. Old Mother Moon came up and flooded all the Green Meadows
with light, but it wasn't like the bright light of jolly round
Mr. Sun, for it was cold and white and it made many black
shadows.

Pretty soon the willful little Breeze heard Hooty the Owl out
hunting for a meadow mouse for his dinner. Then down the Lone
Little Path which ran close to the bayberry bush trotted Reddy
Fox. He was trotting very softly and every minute or so he turned
his head and looked behind him to see if he was followed. It was
plain to see that Reddy Fox was bent on mischief.

When he reached the bayberry bush Reddy Fox sat down and barked
twice. Hooty the Owl answered him at once and flew over to join
him. They didn't see the willful little Breeze curled up under the
bayberry bush, so intent were these two rogues in plotting
mischief. They were planning to steal down across the Green
Meadows to the edge of the Brown Pasture where Mr. Bob White and
pretty Mrs. Bob White and a dozen little Bob Whites had their