The Story
The Pennant on Plum Hill.
On top of Plum Hill there stood a tall wooden pole, and from its top flew a pennant that the village children had sewn together from green cloth.
When the pennant flew, it meant the plums were ripe and everyone could come and pick. A little boy named Peter was given the job of raising it each summer.
One morning Peter climbed the hill with the pennant tucked under his arm and his pinwheel in his hand. He tied the pennant to the very top of the pole and pulled it up. "P, p, p," puffed the wind as it caught the cloth.
The pennant filled out into a round shape at the top of the pole and flapped there proudly. Down in the village the people saw it and said, "The plums are ready!" and they came up the hill with their baskets.
Peter's pinwheel spun, the pennant puffed, and everyone ate purple plums all afternoon. When they looked up at the pole, tall and straight with its round flag at the top, they saw the shape of P.