The weathercock, in all his iron stiffness, sat on top of a little village church in France and was monarch of all he surveyed - for nothing could be undertaken in the district without consulting him. Picnics, harvests, weddings, fetes - all of them depended on what the weathercock had to say. But the weathercock was proud. He wanted to extend his importance to world dimensions. He longed for the wide open spaces. When one day he was blown off his belfry in a hurricane, he was at first delighted. So Miss Ratel describes his adventures, first puffed hither and yon by the South Wind, then flung back again by the North Wind. He met many strange birds and beasts, he saw many strange lands, but in the end he was happy to be perched once again on his own spire, enjoying his little bit of fame as a prophet. A charming story, witty and amusing. With b/w and colour illustrations and drawings.
Condition: Jacket a little worn round the edges and corners and a little discoloured, writing inside front cover, pages inside covers yellowed, light foxing to pages, binding good, otherwise good.