Sinopsis

A CERTAIN man had a garden, and in his garden he sowed cotton seeds.
By-and-by the cotton seeds grew up into a cotton bush, with big brown
pods upon it. These pods burst open when they are ripe; and you can see
the fluffy white cotton bulging all white out of the pods. There was a
Thrush in this garden, and the Thrush thought within herself how nice and
soft the cotton looked. She plucked out some of it to line her nest with; and
never before was her sleep so soft as it was on that bed of cotton.
Now this Thrush had a clever head; so she thought something more might
be done with cotton besides lining a nest. In her flights abroad she used
often to by the door of a Cotton-car...