The Spruce-borer went his length more deep into the solid tree.
The Fox shook and licked his tail into shape for a muffler.
The Red Squirrel chewed ten more bundles of bark for his blanketing.
The Chipmunk stuffed another handful of earth into his alleyway.
The Gopher rushed forth for a final load of grass, took one look backward at the sun, and hid below.
The Trumpeter Cranes, the Swans, and the Geese went sailing away to the offing.
The last Red Rose dropped her petals five — the last of the race of the prairie.
Still Ninna-bo-jou sat a-smoking. Over the tree-tops circled the smoke, — for calm and bright and warm was the weather, — over the hills and the lake, till the landscape ..text continues