But it was a long long road,and soon his little invisible legs felt so weary and his big invisible eyes felt so blinky that he had to sit down and rest.His eyes blinked once and twice and thrice,and then he was fast asleep.When he awoke he was all alone.
"Oh,where is everybody?"he cried."I must run and find them!"
He ran to the puddle pond.No one was there.
He ran round the blossom bushes.No one was there.
He ran past the poppy patch.No one was there.
Back and forth he went,in and out,over and under,in twists and curves and zigzags,but no one was anywhere.
At last he found a hollow tree which looked something like a kennel.He crept into it —and,because he felt so lonely and so very much like nothing,he murmured sadly to himself:"Oh,I'm not very tall and not very small;I look like nothing,like nothing at all!"
As he finished,a voice said,"I can't see you,but aren't you that empty space in the tree trunk?"It was a bird who spoke.
