The joys and the sunshine that make us glad;
The worries and troubles that makes us sad
Must come to an end; so why complain
Of too little sun or too much rain?
- Old Granny Fox.

The thing to do is to make the most of the sunshine while it lasts,
and when it rains to look forward to the corning of the sun again,
knowing that conic it surely will. A dreadful storm was keeping the
little people of the Green Forest, the Green Meadows, and the Old
Orchard prisoners in their own homes or in such places of shelter as
they had been able to find.

But it couldn't last forever, and they knew it. Knowing this was all
that kept some of them alive.

You see, they were starving. Yes, Sir, they were starving. You and I
would be very hungry, very hungry indeed, if we had to go without food
for two whole days, but if we were snug and warm it wouldn't do us
any real harm. With the little wild friends, especially the little
feathered folks, it is a very different matter. You see, they are
naturally so active that they have to fill their stomachs very often
in order to supply their little bodies with heat and energy. So when
their food supply is wholly cut off, they starve or else freeze to
death in a very short time. A great many little lives are ended this
way in every long, hard winter storm.

It was late in the afternoon of the second day when rough Brother
North Wind decided that he had shown his strength and fierceness long
enough, and rumbling and grumbling retired from the Green Meadows and