Oh, dear me, how Mr. North Wind did blow! He rocked Mrs. Oriole's nest that hung from the willow tree by the Old Duck Pond back and forth till Little Jack Rabbit thought it would come off and drop to the ground. But it didn't, for Mrs. Oriole knew how to knit, let me tell you, and her stocking-like nest clung to the old willow tree like a thrift stamp when you try to get it off to buy something you forgot to get before the war began!
"Well, I guess I'll let it alone," said Mr. North Wind; "maybe Mrs. Oriole will want to use it next spring. Perhaps she used up all her wool making sweaters for the boys over there."
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