So Timothy Turtle struggled up the steep face of the bluff. And as he neared the top Mr. Crow began to hop up and down upon the old pine stump. He was almost bursting with silent laughter. But he succeeded in keeping quiet. And now and then he made threatening motions toward Jasper Jay and his friends, who stuck their heads from behind limbs of trees and hummocks and bushes, lest they miss any of the fun.  
Once on top of the great rock that capped the bluff and hung out over the creek, Timothy Turtle clung there andp. 37 peered down at the gently flowing water below.
 
"What a long way it is down there!" he called to Mr. Crow.
 
"Don't think about that!" Mr. Crow cautioned him.
 
"Is this the way Mr. Alligator learned to fly?" Timothy Turtle demanded.
 
"Don't think about him!" Mr. Crow shouted. "Just jump out as far as you can!"
 
"I believe I don't care to fly to-day," Timothy Turtle faltered, drawing back from the edge of the rock. "I——I'll wait till some other time. You know, I'm older than you are."
 
"Tut, tut!" said Mr. Crow. "When I'm your age I shall still be flying as well as I do now. It's nothing, when you know how. Nothing at all!"
 
Urged by Mr. Crow, Timothy Turtlep. 38 once more crept to the very edge of the cliff and stretched his neck out as far as he could, to gaze down at the black water. And at last, after making several false starts and drawing back to a place of safety, he stood up on his hind legs, shut his eyes, and hopped off into space.
 
Now, the moment Timothy Turtle leaped from the top of the bluff a deafening squawk broke the silence. Old Mr. Crow cawed as loud as he knew how. But the racket he made was as nothing compared with the uproar of Jasper Jay and the noisy crew he had brought with him. They squalled with delight as Timothy Turtle plunged through the air like a stone. And when he landed upside............