i don't like that. the moonbeams do not feel so. i must fly to a shady corner." he started to fly. just what was the matter, he never knew. it may have been because he couldn't see well, it may have been because he was getting very tired, or it may have been because the strangeness of it all was beginning to frighten him; but at all events, he went down, down, down until he found himself pitching and tumbling around in the grass.