Now he told his own story, backed by Pete, and he was kind enough to leave out all about peetweet's whimpering.
Every bird that flies had come to the Father, but the peetweet had come last because he was lazy.
Yan would rather have had Sam along, but that couldn't be, and peetweet proved a good fellow, though rather slow.
peetweet was much upset by this, not on account of fire now, but in case they should be out all night.
But peetweet complained of burning thirst and drank recklessly.
That is why the peetweet flies over river and lake, but ever cries eagerly, "Peet-weet, peet-weet!"
But the peetweet went on, "I should think the lakes could find their way into the hollows of the mountains by themselves."
Say, peetweet, you'll suffer for that if you don't quit; that water isn't fit to drink unless you boil it.
After two miles of this peetweet wanted to go back, but was scornfully suppressed by Little Beaver.