Here, with an exclamation of delight, he pounced
upon the finest, largest berries he had ever seen. They dropped into the
tin pail with a noisy thud at first, and then with scarcely a sound, as
they rapidly piled higher and higher.
Both pails were filled in a much shorter time than usual, and then he
sat down on a wide log to enjoy the lunch he had brought with him. There
were two big slices of bread and jam in one pocket, and a big apple in
the other. As he sat there, slowly munching, he began to feel drowsy. He
had awakened early that morning, and had worked hard in the hot sun. He
stretched himself out full length on the log, to rest his back while he
finished eating his apple.
The branches overhead swayed gently back and forth. His eyes followed
them as they kept up that slow, monotonous motion against the bright
sky. He had no intention of closing them; in fact, he did not know they
were closed, for in that same moment he was sound asleep.
The woodpecker went on tapping; the squirrel whisked back and forth
along the limb; the same gray rabbit came out and hopped along beside
the log where he lay.
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