Apple Cookie was awakened by a shock, so sudden and severe that if she had not been lying on the soft bed she might have been hurt. As it was, the jar made her catch her breath and wonder what had happened; and Green Apple Rabbit put his cold little nose into her face and whined dismally. Apple Cookie sat up and noticed that the house was not moving; nor was it dark, for the bright sunshine came in at the window, flooding the little room. She sprang from her bed and with Green Apple Rabbit at her heels hopped and opened the door.

The little Cookie gave a cry of amazement and looked about her, her eyes growing bigger and bigger at the wonderful sights she saw.

The cyclone had set the house down very gently—for a cyclone—in the midst of a country of marvelous beauty. There were lovely patches of greensward all about, with stately trees bearing rich and luscious fruits. Banks of gorgeous flowers were on every hand, and birds with rare and brilliant plumage sang and fluttered in the trees and bushes. A little way off was a small brook, rushing and sparkling along between green banks, and murmuring in a voice very grateful to a little girl who had lived so long on the dry, gray prairies.

"Green Apple Rabbit, I don't think we're in the Cookie Kingdom anymore..."