Persistence Pete did not mind the wind as he worked in his garden on a nice spring day.

He worked most of the morning pulling weeds from a patch of soil where he wanted to grow vegetables.

He started getting hungry around noon, so he took off his gloves and went into his cottage to wash his hands and make one of his favorite sandwiches — pickled beets and sardines. After he asked God’s blessing, he enjoyed his juicy sandwich.

Every now and then he heard gusts of wind jetting through the neighborhood.

After lunch he read a Psalm and then went back out to his garden. He saw the wind had blown wood on top of where he had just pulled weeds. He brought a trash can over to put the wood in it, but when he looked for his gloves he only found one, and it was wedged between two rocks.

Pedro started looking for his other glove. He walked around his cottage but could not find it. When he came back to his garden he saw one of his friends, Donkey Don, waiting for him.

“Haw – how are you today Señor Pedro?” asked Don.

“Bueno, gracias! However, I am missing a glove and I am afraid it has blown away with all of this wind.”

“Haw! I will go hunt for it,” said Don. He also looked outside around the cottage. He was looking so hard he bumped into Seymour the giraffe by a bush.

“Oh! Pardon – haw – me,” said Don.

“That’s OK. What’s up?”

“Haw. Pedro has lost a glove and cannot find it. I am trying to find his glove,” replied Don.

“Maybe I can help because I am tall and can see more,” said Seymour.

So Seymour and Don worked together to find the lost glove.

Don was getting tired. As he rested under a tree, he heard a bird singing a very beautiful song.

“Haw, how wonderful it sounds,” said Don looking upward towards the bird.

Then, he saw it! Pedro’s glove was up in the tree not too far from the bird who, at that moment, flew away.

“Heehaw! Haw! Seymour! I’ve found it! Heehaw!”

Seymour ran over to the tree and saw the glove was stuck high in the branches.

“Wow, that is way up there. It is too high for me to reach it,” said Don.

“It is very high up there, but I think if I take my time and stretch my long neck I might be able to get it,” said Seymour.

Standing on the tips of his toes, Seymour carefully stretched his neck upward. He did bump his head a few times on some branches, but he did not mind. He took his time, reached up, and got the glove.

Seymour and Don ran with delight to the back of the cottage where Pedro was.

“Heehaw! Heehaw! Señor Pedro! Haw! We’ve found your glove!” said Don excitedly.

Pedro was very happy. “Where was it?” he asked.

“It was stuck in a tree. Don saw it and told me. I reached up and got it,” said Seymour.

“Ah! Thank you very much! It’s good to work together. Now, let us celebrate together,” said Pedro and invited them into his house for milk and cookies.