Animated Mother's Day

So Old Mother West Wind closed the big bag and slung it over her shoulder. Then she started on towards her home behind the Purple Hills.

When she had gone the wilful little Breeze left behind suddenly felt very lonely-very lonely indeed! The sleepy daisies didn't want to play. The nodding buttercups were cross. Great round bright Mr. Sun, who had been spining and shining all day long, went to bed and put on his night cap of golden clouds.