Mary Frances Blaisdell, Bunny Rabbit's Diary
“ Sammy lay very still where he had fallen. All the squirrels ran down to see if he had hurt himself. Bobby Gray Squirrel ran to pick the fallen bird up from the ground. Sammy had given his nose such a bump that it was all black and blue. He had hurt his paw. And his make-believe wings were all crushed and broken. Sammy rubbed his nose and then he looked at his friends. "I don't believe oak leaves make good wings," he said. "No," said the tiniest sparrow, "the best wings are made of feathers." "Caw, caw!" said Blacky Crow. "My wings are made of feathers. See how I can fly." ”
