After he had eaten enough and had amused himself by rolling over and over several times on the grass, he started once more on his travels, going towards the sunrise as fast as he could run.

He could run well for a small boy, but he got tired at last and sat down to rest.

Then he jumped up and went on again at a trot: this pace he kept up very steadily, only pausing from time to time to watch a flock of small white birds that followed him all the morning out of curiosity.

At length he began to feel so hot and tired that he could only walk.

Still he kept on; he could see no flowers nor anything pretty in that place--why should he stay in it?
He would go on, and on, and on, in spite of the heat, until he came to something.