He had awakened early that morning, and had worked hard in the hot sun.

He stretched himself out full length on the log, to rest his back while he finished eating his apple.
The branches overhead swayed gently back and forth.

His eyes followed them as they kept up that slow, monotonous motion against the bright sky.

He had no intention of closing them; in fact, he did not know they were closed, for in that same moment he was sound asleep.
The woodpecker went on tapping; the squirrel whisked back and forth along the limb; the same gray rabbit came out and hopped along beside the log where he lay.

Suddenly, it raised itself up to look at the strange sight, and then bounded away again.