peetweet

Peetweet was much upset by this, not on account of fire now, but in case they should be out all night.

Every bird that flies had come to the Father, but the peetweet had come last because he was lazy.

That is why the peetweet flies over river and lake, but ever cries eagerly, "Peet-weet, peet-weet!"

Say, Peetweet, you'll suffer for that if you don't quit; that water isn't fit to drink unless you boil it.