VI PREFACE 



informing the enemies of the grain fields, that he is 

 on police duty for the day. Cock Robin hops briskly 

 across the lawn to pick up a caterpillar, hurrying to 

 his breakfast of leaves on Prairie Rose, who waves 

 "good morning" to you, as you pass along. The big 

 black spider's web, finished just the day before, 

 hangs like gossamer, resplendent in the morning 

 dew, as it stretches from the Sumac to the Alder 

 bushes, and the Spider himself cannily lies in wait for 

 the coming of the big blue flies. 



Peter Rabbit, in his morning jaunt, pulls up on 

 his haunches, and pertly asks the big white mush- 

 room how he happened to get there so suddenly. 

 Hopps, the Toad, is blinking in the sunlight, watch- 

 ing a Butterfly, as he circles around the Weigela 

 bush, competing with Honey Bee and Bumble Buz- 

 zer for the early morning nectar. 



You question, How did all this happen? Does it 

 affect me and my industry, and how? Are all these 

 folk necessary for the welfare of humanity? Are 

 they a part of the Great Divine Plan? 



They must be. The great Oak's leaves rustle 

 understanding^, wisely, in the morning breeze. The 

 Pussy Willow acquiesces in this opinion, as the Car- 

 dinal, most beautiful of red birds, swings on one of 

 the swaying branches, and proclaims to the world 



