Directions: 

     Billy Mink was coming down the bank of the Laughing Brook. Billy

Mink was feeling very good indeed. He had had a good breakfast, the 

sun was warm, little white cloud ships were sailing across the blue sky

and their shadows were sailing across the Green Meadows, the birds 

were singing and the bees were humming. Billy Mink felt like singing

too, but Billy Mink's voice was not meant for singing.