"i will hold my hind legs very still," he thought, "and flap my forelegs for wings." with that he jumped off and came crashing down upon the dry leaves. he felt weak and dizzy, and as he picked himself up and looked around he hoped that nobody had seen him. "it may be a great deal of fun to fly," he said, "but it is no fun alighting from your flight unless you have real feather wings. it is too bumpy when you fly with your legs."