Dididuck
| When she reached the top of the hill, she saw a wood in the distance. She thought that it looked a safe quiet spot. Dididuck was not much in the habit of flying. She ran downhill a few yards flapping her shawl, and then she jumped off into the air. She flew beautifully when she had got a good start. She skimmed along over the tree-tops until she saw an open place in the middle of the wood, where the trees and brushwood had been cleared. |
