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diff --git a/28846.txt b/28846.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000..2e90046 --- /dev/null +++ b/28846.txt @@ -0,0 +1,2438 @@ +The Project Gutenberg EBook of Little Jack Rabbit's Adventures, by David Cory + +This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with +almost no restrictions whatsoever. You may copy it, give it away or +re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included +with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org + + +Title: Little Jack Rabbit's Adventures + +Author: David Cory + +Illustrator: H. S. Barbour + +Release Date: May 16, 2009 [EBook #28846] + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: ASCII + +*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK LITTLE JACK RABBIT'S ADVENTURES *** + + + + +Produced by Chris Curnow, Joseph Cooper, Emmy and the +Online Distributed Proofreading Team at https://www.pgdp.net + + + + + + + + + + + +LITTLE JACK RABBIT'S ADVENTURES + + + + +_LITTLE JACK RABBIT BOOKS_ + +(Trademark Registered) + +BY + +DAVID CORY + + + LITTLE JACK RABBIT'S ADVENTURES + LITTLE JACK RABBIT AND DANNY FOX + LITTLE JACK RABBIT AND THE SQUIRREL BROTHERS + LITTLE JACK RABBIT AND CHIPPY CHIPMUNK + LITTLE JACK RABBIT AND THE BIG BROWN BEAR + LITTLE JACK RABBIT AND UNCLE JOHN HARE + LITTLE JACK RABBIT AND PROFESSOR CROW + LITTLE JACK RABBIT AND OLD MAN WEASEL + LITTLE JACK RABBIT AND MR. WICKED WOLF + LITTLE JACK RABBIT AND HUNGRY HAWK + LITTLE JACK RABBIT AND THE POLICEMAN DOG + LITTLE JACK RABBIT AND MISS MOUSIE + LITTLE JACK RABBIT AND UNCLE LUCKY + LITTLE JACK RABBIT AND YELLOW DOG TRAMP + +[Illustration: Little Jack Rabbit Hid Behind His Mother's Skirt. + + _Little Jack Rabbit's Adventures._ _Frontispiece--(Page 16)_] + + + + +LITTLE JACK RABBIT BOOKS + +(Trademark Registered) + +LITTLE JACK RABBIT'S ADVENTURES + +BY + +DAVID CORY + + Author of LITTLE JACK RABBIT AND DANNY FOX LITTLE + JACK RABBIT AND THE SQUIRREL BROTHERS LITTLE JACK + RABBIT AND CHIPPY CHIPMUNK LITTLE JACK RABBIT AND + THE BIG BROWN BEAR + +ILLUSTRATED BY + +H. S. BARBOUR + + NEW YORK + GROSSET & DUNLAP + PUBLISHERS + Made in the United States of America + + + + COPYRIGHT, 1921, BY + + GROSSET & DUNLAP + + + + +CONTENTS + + + PAGE + + THE RAILROAD 9 + + THE FIRST TRAIN 13 + + A NARROW ESCAPE 17 + + SCHOOL 21 + + A MISTAKE IN SPELLING 25 + + DISOBEDIENT JIMMY CROW 29 + + A PRISONER 33 + + HOME AGAIN 37 + + THE STOLEN EGGS 41 + + AT THE FARM 45 + + COLORED EGGS 49 + + HENNY PENNY 53 + + THE DAM 57 + + GOOD NEWS 61 + + A PERPLEXED LITTLE RABBIT 64 + + THE TURNIP 68 + + THE BONFIRE 72 + + MRS. COW 76 + + THE SUGAR-COATED CARROT 79 + + BAD LUCK 83 + + LITTLE JACK RABBIT STUBS HIS TOE 87 + + MUD TURTLE TOWN 91 + + BOBBY TAIL 95 + + SUNSHINE 99 + + TURKEY TIM 103 + + PHOEBE PHEASANT 107 + + THE SNOWBALL 110 + + THE NEW SLEIGH 113 + + DAILY DUTIES 117 + + MRS. ORIOLE'S MIRROR 121 + + AN AIRSHIP RIDE 125 + + + + +LITTLE JACK RABBIT'S ADVENTURES + + + + +THE RAILROAD + + +IT was a wild story that came to the ears of Little Jack Rabbit for, as +he came hopping down the Shady Forest Path, a whole troop of his +playmates ran out to meet him, and one cried one thing, and one another, +but the words which he heard most plainly were: + +"The railroad! The railroad! Oh, have you heard?" + +"Yes," answered Little Jack Rabbit, not at all excited, "I know a +railroad is going to run past the Sunny Meadow." + +"Oh, but that's nothing! It's going to run right through your house!" +cried Busy Beaver. + +"Right through the Old Bramble Patch!" shouted Chippy Chipmunk. + +"Right through your front door!" screamed Gray Squirrel. + +"I don't believe that," said Little Jack Rabbit. "A railroad can't get +through a door!" + +"Why, of course they'll take out the door," replied Busy Beaver; +"they'll pull down your whole house; they'll clear away the Old Bramble +Patch; why, they may use the whole of the Sunny Meadow--every bit of +it!" + +By this time Little Jack Rabbit was excited. Already he saw the dear Old +Bramble Patch torn out by the roots; the little house gone, and himself +and all the family forced to rove homeless through the Shady Forest. So +it was no wonder he almost forgot to stop at the postoffice on his way +home. + +But as he came up the Shady Forest Path that afternoon, he saw that the +dear Old Bramble Patch was still there--that was one comfort. No +wandering about tonight, at least. + +And there, too, was his little brother, Bobby Tail, turning somersaults +under the Old Chestnut Tree, and Mr. and Mrs. John Rabbit sitting +quietly on the front doorstep. + +So Little Jack Rabbit plucked up heart and asked Papa Rabbit if the +railroad were going to take away the Old Bramble Patch and their house. + +"No, it isn't," replied Mr. Rabbit, "but it's coming mighty close." + +"I just knew it wasn't," said Little Jack Rabbit with a sigh of relief. +"But Busy Beaver said it was and that I must pack up my clothes at +once." + +"Well, the line was laid out to run right through the dear Old Bramble +Patch," said Mr. Rabbit, "but when they found it must cross the Old Duck +Pond, they turned it to one side. So the dear Old Bramble Patch is +safe." + + + + +THE FIRST TRAIN + + Look out for the Choo-choo cars! + Don't you hear the thunder jars? + First the whistle, then the bell + Clanging through the Forest Dell. + + +FOR weeks and weeks there was great excitement among the Little People +of the Shady Forest and Sunny Meadow. From behind trees and bushes, +rocks and stumps, they watched the building of the railroad. + +Professor Jim Crow came to offer advice, but changed his mind. As for +Little Jack Rabbit, he looked out from behind a stump and wondered. + +Cousin Cotton Tail had been forced to move from the Big Brush Heap on +the hill. She and her little bunnies were now visiting in the Old +Bramble Patch. + +When Little Jack Rabbit was told that a railroad must be level, he +thought a man would come with a big scythe and slice off the top of the +hill like a loaf of bread and lay the slices in the hollows. + +This wasn't so very strange, seeing that he was only a little bunny boy +and, of course, didn't know anything about building railroads. + +Every day the railroad came nearer being finished. The hill was dug out. +As Mr. Mole remarked, "It was done almost as well as I could have done +it, only, of course, I would have made a tunnel." + +Then the sleepers were laid. Busy Beaver smiled as he watched the men +lay the great logs on the smooth earth. + +"Wouldn't they be dandy for my dam?" he remarked. + +"You've got all you need," answered Little Jack Rabbit. "I'm glad they +didn't break up the Old Rail Fence and make railroad ties out of it." + +Finally the rails were fastened on the logs and the railroad was +finished; the first train was to run through and everybody was waiting +to see it. + +Mr. and Mrs. John Rabbit put on their Sunday clothes and took Little +Jack Rabbit and Brother Bobby Tail to the end of the Old Rail Fence. + +Pretty soon a black speck appeared at the end of the long line. It grew +bigger and bigger. A cloud of smoke arose and drifted over to the Shady +Forest. There was a rattle and a roar and a din. Little Jack Rabbit hid +behind his mother's skirt, but the train had already passed them. + +And there on the platform of the last car, stood the Farmer's Boy, +holding on by the door, bowing and smiling and proud as a king. + + + + +A NARROW ESCAPE + + Hear the engine whistle toot! + See the smoke and smell the soot! + Lucky that the train don't stay, + But flashes by and far away! + + +AT first the Grown-ups in the Shady Forest and the Sunny Meadow were +very sorry to have the railroad come so near, but after a while they +found it didn't matter so much; for the cars passed through a "cut" so +deep that the engine's smokestack hardly reached the top, and you only +knew they were there by the sound. + +Of course, it took Cousin Cotton Tail ever and ever so long to get used +to the Old Bramble Patch. You see, it wasn't anything like the Old +Brush Heap, with its covering of trailing vines, and she was glad when +she was able to go back to her old home on the other side of the +Bubbling Brook. + +On this side the Sunny Meadow was just the same; so was the Shady +Forest, and by and by everybody almost forgot that there had been a time +when there wasn't any railroad. + +At the Old Barnyard, however, things were very different, for the +railroad made a turn just there and came in very close to the Big Red +Barn. + +Cocky Doodle had all he could do to keep the Barnyard Folk out of +danger. Every morning after his early cock-a-doodle-do he read them a +lesson on the dangers of crossing railroad tracks. + +For a while Henny Penny laid her eggs in the Henhouse. The truth was +that her nest in the corner of the Old Rail Fence happened to be just at +the end of the Sunny Meadow where the railroad ran through the "cut," +and the noise of the cars made her nervous. + +Ducky Waddles was glad that the Old Duck Pond was still safe. He had +heard how it had just escaped being bridged over for the noisy cars. + +Yes, everyone kept away from the railroad track except Goosey Lucy. And +why Goosey Lucy liked to waddle down the steep bank and along the hard +wooden logs of the roadbed no one could find out. + +But one fine day Goosey Lucy got caught. Yes, sir. Before she could get +off the track the train came along. It was very narrow between the two +steep banks, and she couldn't fly high enough to reach the top. Cocky +Doodle and Henny Penny shut their eyes. They couldn't bear to see what +was going to happen. + +But Goosey Lucy wasn't such a goose, after all. She sat perfectly still +between the rails, and when the train had passed over her, she got up, +shook the cinders off her white feathers and waddled back to the Old +Barnyard! + + + + +SCHOOL + + +"COME, get your cap, I'm going to take you to school today!" + +Little Jack Rabbit was too surprised to answer--he just opened his +mouth, and the only sound his mother heard was a funny little noise like +a whistle. + +"Don't you hear me?" she asked, tying the strings of her Sunday bonnet +under her furry chin. + +"Whew!" said the little rabbit at last recovering from his surprise. +"Why do you want me to go to school?" + +"Because all the Shady Forest grown-ups think it's a good thing to have +a school for the children," and she gave her bonnet a push and pulled +on her black silk mitts. + +"Get your cap. Every mother will be there for the opening day, and we +mustn't be late." + +The little rabbit hopped silently along by his mother's side, wondering +how it had all happened so suddenly. He hadn't heard a word about a +school, nor had any of his playmates. + +"Why didn't you tell me sooner?" he asked at last. + +"Because we didn't want Grandmother Magpie to know anything until the +matter was settled," answered Mrs. Rabbit in a low voice. "She is such a +busy-body." + +Goodness me! Mrs. Rabbit had hardly finished speaking when up flew the +very person she had been talking about. Yes, there she stood, right on +the Shady Forest Path a few feet in front of them. + +"Good morning," said Grandmother Magpie. + +Mrs. Jack Rabbit gave her bonnet strings a jerk. She always did this +when she was angry, and the sight of that disagreeable bird reminded her +of the time she had told tales on Little Jack Rabbit. + +"Good morning," answered the little rabbit's mother stiffly. She didn't +really want to say good morning, but she had to be polite. + +"Where are you going?" asked Grandmother Magpie, hopping along by Mrs. +Rabbit's side. Mrs. Rabbit said nothing, only hopped along faster, but +she couldn't get rid of that mischievous old bird. Oh, my, no. She +stuck around like a chestnut burr. + +"Grandmother Magpie," said Mrs. Rabbit at last, "I have some important +business to attend to this morning, so I will say goodby." And she gave +Grandmother Mischief, as she was often called, such a stiff bow that the +old lady magpie stopped short and let them go on without her. + + + + +A MISTAKE IN SPELLING + + +THE Shady Forest School had once been a pigeon house, but when the farm +was sold and the old buildings torn down, it had been left to shelter +Mr. and Mrs. Pigeon, who wouldn't move away. + +One night during a great storm it had toppled off the post on which it +stood, and rolled down the hillside, helped along by Billy Breeze, until +it had landed on the edge of the Shady Forest. + +Here it had been discovered by the Little Forest Folk, and at Parson +Owl's suggestion, had been pushed and shoved in and out among the trees +until it stood right-side up in a sunlit clearing. + +Then Parson Owl had called together all the Grown-ups and persuaded them +to make it into a schoolhouse. + +And, well, here we are with Mrs. Rabbit and her little bunny on their +way to the opening exercises, so there is no need of saying anything +more about it, except that it had a nice door in front and a dozen round +holes, under which were fastened little pieces of board for wide +windowsills, on which the pigeons used to stand and preen their +feathers. + +As Little Jack Rabbit and his mother drew near they saw Chippy +Chipmunk's face at one of the little round windows. Then Busy Beaver +looked out of another, and pretty soon every little round window had a +head peeping through, while in the doorway stood Professor Jim Crow in +his black swallowtail coat. + +"Good morning, Mrs. Rabbit," he said, looking over his spectacles. "You +have brought another scholar, I see." + +When they were seated in the schoolroom, he walked over to the big +blackboard. + +"John," he said, turning to the little rabbit, "tell me how to spell +your name." + +Goodness gracious me! Would you believe it, the little rabbit answered +"J-A-C-K!" You see, he was so used to being called just "Jack" that he +spelt "John" the same way. + +Then Professor Jim Crow asked who was the first President, but he didn't +enquire who was going to be the next, for I guess he thought the little +rabbit hadn't studied Politics enough. After that he told Mrs. Rabbit +that she had a very bright little bunny boy even if he didn't know how +to spell his right name. + + + + +DISOBEDIENT JIMMY CROW + + +PROFESSOR JIM CROW and his family lived in the Tall Pine Tree. + +"Now, Mrs. Crow," he said to his wife one morning, "as I shall be away +almost all day teaching the Little People of the Shady Forest and the +Sunny Meadow to read and write, you will have your hands full with the +children. Be very careful, my dear, for they haven't yet learned to +fly!" + +"Don't worry," answered Mrs. Crow, "you have troubles enough with the +schoolhouse full of children. I'll take good care that ours come to no +harm." + +Professor Jim Crow had been gone only a few minutes when who should +call but Grandmother Magpie. + +"Good morning," she said, perching on a branch near at hand so as to +look into the nestful of little crows. + +"I'm dreadfully busy," answered Mrs. Crow. "Now that the Professor is +teaching school, I have all the care of the children. It's no easy +matter, for each little crow thinks he knows how to fly." + +"Well, perhaps he does!" said Grandmother Magpie. "If you don't let them +try how are they ever going to learn?" + +"They are not old enough," replied Mrs. Crow. + +"Not old enough?" repeated that meddlesome old lady bird. "Stuff and +nonsense! Of course they are!" Then off she flew, leaving Mrs. Crow +dreadfully upset and the little crows very discontented. + +After making sure that Grandmother Magpie was out of sight, Mrs. Crow +flew over to the Sunny Meadow for worms for her hungry children, but +first she told them to be careful not to fall out of the nest while she +was gone. + +"Botheration!" said little Jimmy Crow after a few minutes. "Every word +Grandmother Magpie says is true. We are kept like prisoners in this old +nest. I'm going to fly!" + +"Oh, don't!" cried all his brothers and sisters. "You can't fly even +across the Shady Forest Path." + +"Well, then, I can walk," said the naughty little crow, and he hopped +out of the nest and fluttered down to the ground. + +But, Oh dear me! Just then along came the Farmer's Boy. In a twinkling, +he caught poor Jimmy Crow and cut off the tips of his wing feathers with +a big jack-knife. + +"Now, my little black beauty, you won't fly far," he laughed, and turned +his steps toward the Old Farm. + + "So, you're caught, Jimmy Crow!" + Sang gay Billy Breeze, + Playing hide-and-go-seek + 'Mid the tall forest trees. + + "Don't you wish you'd obeyed + What your kind mother said? + But, no, you were stubborn, + And had a swelled head." + + + + +A PRISONER + + +PRETTY soon along came Little Jack Rabbit on his way home from school. +Everybody in the Shady Forest knew Little Jack Rabbit. From his nest in +the Tall Pine Tree Jimmy Crow had often seen him hopping by with the +Squirrel Brothers. + +How he wished now he had never left the dear old nest. Here he was, a +prisoner, and there was the little rabbit, free and happy, hopping home +from school. + +He tried to flutter out of the Farmer Boy's hand, but he was only held +the tighter, so he lay perfectly still and wondered miserably what his +mother would say when she came home and heard that he had disobeyed. + +By and by the Farmer's Boy opened the gate to the Farmyard and walked +over to the Big Red Barn. Pretty soon he found an old birdcage, in which +he put poor Jimmy Crow. Then he hung it up on the little front porch of +the Old Farm House. + +"What have you got there," asked the Kind Farmer when he came home for +supper, "a young crow?" + +"Yep," answered the Farmer's Boy. "I picked him up in the woods; he was +tryin' to fly." + +It was very lonely on the little front porch after Mr. Merry Sun had +gone to bed. Jimmy Crow huddled in one corner and watched Mrs. Moon +climb over the hilltop. + +He heard Granddaddy Bullfrog singing in the Duck Pond, and the splash of +the millwheel as it turned slowly over and over. How he wished he had +obeyed his mother and was safe at home, listening to his father tell the +school news, and who was late, and who knew his lesson best. + +By and by the Old Grandfather Clock in the Farm House struck ten and the +lights went out. If it hadn't been for Mrs. Moon it would have been +pitch dark. + +Suddenly, he heard a familiar hoot, and the next minute dear Old Parson +Owl fluttered up to the cage. + +It didn't take him long to find the handle on the little door, which he +opened softly. + +"Jump out!" he whispered. "Hop after me as fast as you can. I'll fly low +down so you won't lose sight of me." + +"Am I dreaming?" thought the poor little crow, as he fluttered down to +the ground and hopped after Old Parson Owl toward the Shady Forest. "If +I am, I hope I'll wake up in Mother's nest!" + + + + +HOME AGAIN + + +IT was very late when they reached the Tall Pine Tree. The good +Professor was sound asleep after a hard day's work in the Shady Forest +Schoolhouse and a long search for his little lost crow. He had hunted +for him until it grew so dark that he had been forced to give it up. + +But Mrs. Crow was wide awake and the little crows were crying softly +over their little lost brother. Disobedience makes others unhappy as +well as the one who disobeys. + +All of a sudden Mrs. Crow heard the gentle flap of wings, and looking +over the edge of the nest, she saw Old Parson Owl in the dim moonlight. +The next moment the sight of little Jimmy Crow hopping after him made +her heart go pitter-patter. + +"Here's our little boy!" she cried, fluttering down to the ground, while +all the little crow brothers and sisters looked over the edge of the +nest, and Professor Jim Crow woke up with a start. + +But, dear me! Didn't they have a dreadful time getting the little crow +up in the tree. You see, he could only flutter now that his wings had +been clipped, and if Old Parson Owl hadn't carried him on his broad +back, I doubt if Jimmy Crow ever would have reached the nest. + +By this time Mrs. Moon had crossed over the sky, and Mr. Merry Sun was +getting out of bed in the gold and purple East. + +The Shady Forest was beginning to awake. The birds were chirping to one +another, and the Little Four-footed People were racing up and down the +trees and scampering over the ground. + +Parson Owl waited to see that everything was all right, and then, +turning to Professor Jim Crow, said: + +"If Little Jack Rabbit hadn't come to tell me that the Farmer's Boy had +stolen Jimmy Crow, your little son would still be in the cage on the +farmhouse porch." + +"My dear Parson," said Professor Jim Crow gratefully, "I shall never +forget what you and Little Jack Rabbit have done." + +"Don't mention it," said the kind old Parson, hurrying back to the Big +Oak Tree before the light grew too strong for his big round eyes. + + Oh, children, never disobey, + And never break a rule, + And never tell what is untrue, + Nor run away from school. + +Perhaps if all the little boys and girls who read this story will learn +this verse, it will keep them out of trouble. If Jimmy Crow had, maybe +he never would have disobeyed his mother. + + + + +THE STOLEN EGGS + + +MR. MERRY SUN was up bright and early. He shone on the Sunny Meadow and +lighted up the dark places in the Shady Forest. + +He even poked a sunbeam in the eye of Parson Owl, who winked and blinked +and turned the other way. + +Soon everybody was wide awake, for the Little People of the Shady Forest +and the Sunny Meadow are always up with Mr. Merry Sun. + +Little Jack Rabbit, looking out of the Old Bramble Patch, wondered who +was bending over the tall grass in the corner of the Old Rail Fence. +Shading his eyes with his right paw, he looked again. Yes, it was the +Farmer's Boy. Pretty soon he stood up straight, holding his hat +carefully in his hand. Then he turned with a whistle and walked home. + +"I wonder what he's been up to?" thought Little Jack Rabbit, and, being +a curious little bunny, he hopped over to find out. Carefully peeping +through the tall grass he saw a nice round nest, but it was empty. Only +a gray speckled feather was left. + +"He's stolen the eggs!" cried the little rabbit. "He's just mean enough +to steal eggs!" + +[Illustration: "Did You Steal My Eggs?" Cried Henny Penny. + + _Little Jack Rabbit's Adventures._ _Page 43_] + +Just then Henny Penny came across the Sunny Meadow. She was a very +pretty gray speckled hen and lived in a little house by the Big Red +Barn. But instead of laying her nice white eggs in the comfortable nests +in the Henhouse, she came all the way over to the Old Rail Fence Corner. + +But Little Jack Rabbit didn't know that. He didn't know whose nest it +was until Henny Penny cried distractedly, "Who has stolen my eggs? Did +you, Little Jack Rabbit?" + +"Is it your nest?" he gasped, so startled that he asked a question +instead of answering one. + +"Of course it's mine," replied Henny Penny, looking at him as if she +meant to peck his little pink eyes right out of his head. "But answer my +question. Did you take my eggs?" + +"Of course not," said the little rabbit. "I saw the hired boy leave here +a few minutes ago with his hat in his hands. Maybe he took them." + + "Cock-a-doodle-do, + What can I do for you?" + +asked a beautiful big rooster, all of a sudden, just like that. + +"O Cocky Doodle!" cried Henny Penny, "my nest has been robbed. Let's +tell the Kind Farmer that the hired boy has stolen my eggs." + + + + +AT THE FARM + + +"ALL right, come along," said Cocky Doodle, and he started back for the +Old Farm, followed by Henny Penny and the little bunny. + +"Where are you going?" called out Mrs. Rabbit from the Old Bramble +Patch. + +"I'm going over to the Old Farm with Henny Penny and Cocky Doodle," +answered her little bunny boy. + +"You'd better be careful," said his mother, "the farmer might catch +you." + +"I don't think so, Mrs. Rabbit," said Cocky Doodle; "he's a very kind +farmer." Mrs. Rabbit smiled, as if she only half believed the little +rooster. Then she turned to her little rabbit boy and said, "Keep a +bright lookout, and don't forget you're only a small bunny." + +After that away went the three little people, Cocky Doodle, with his +bright red comb, and Henny Penny in her pretty gray speckled feathers, +and Little Jack Rabbit, in his fur waistcoat, white as the big clouds +that chased Mr. Merry Sun over the bright blue sky. + +"Who is this little bunny?" asked Turkey Tim when they all came to the +Farm Yard. + +"Don't you know?" answered Henny Penny. "Why, he's the little rabbit who +colors the Easter Eggs!" + +"What!" cried a big fat goose. + +"This is Little Jack Rabbit," said Cocky Doodle. + +"Pleased to meet you," said Goosey Lucy. "Do you paint goose eggs, too?" +But before the little bunny could say yes or no, the Kind Farmer himself +came out of the house. + +"Why, look who's here," he said with a smile. And such a kind smile that +Little Jack Rabbit wasn't the least bit afraid. + +"He saw the hired boy steal the eggs from my nest in the corner of the +Old Rail Fence," cried Henny Penny. + +"Ha, ha!" laughed the Kind Farmer. "So that's where you've been laying +your eggs, is it, Miss Henny Penny?" + + "Cock-a-doodle-do, + She only laid a few. + But after this she'll lay the rest + Within the little wooden nest + You hung upon the Henhouse wall, + And tell you with her cackle-call," + +said the little rooster, for Henny Penny was too ashamed to speak. + +Then the Weathercock whirled around on his big toe and, pointing at the +little hen, shouted through his tin megaphone: + + "Why don't you stay at home and lay, + And not go calling every day? + I never leave my perch up here + No matter what the atmosphere." + + + + +COLORED EGGS + + +"I OFTEN wondered why she went across the Sunny Meadow every day," said +Ducky Waddles. "It's too long a walk for me!" + +"Yes, you wabble too much!" said Henny Penny. + +"That's because I've little thin pieces of skin between my toes," +answered Ducky Waddles. "My feet are too wide and flat for walking, but +they make splendid paddles." + +"Come, come," interrupted the Kind Farmer. "Henny Penny hasn't explained +why she goes over to the Sunny Meadow to lay her eggs instead of in the +nice nests in the Henhouse." + +"Because I wanted Little Jack Rabbit to color them for Easter," she +answered. "I thought if I laid them near the Old Bramble Patch it would +be easier for him." + +"Oh, that's the reason?" said the Kind Farmer. "And pray, Mr. Jack +Rabbit, how do you color the eggs?" + +Oh, dear me! Wasn't the little rabbit embarrassed! He wasn't sure but +what he'd better hop back to the Old Bramble Patch. Perhaps, too, he was +a little bit afraid of the big Kind Farmer. + +"I never colored any eggs," answered the little rabbit in a low voice, +"but I've often helped mother color them. She takes a big red rose and +rubs it over an egg until it turns red. With a buttercup she makes a +yellow one. From the violets by the Bubbling Brook she gets a beautiful +purple color, and from the wild roses a lovely pink tint. Just every-day +grass gives a dandy green color." + +"Ha, ha," laughed the big Kind Farmer, "so that's what the rabbits do on +Easter, is it?" and he turned away and went into the Big Red Barn to +feed the horses. + +"I guess it's time for me to be going," said Little Jack Rabbit. "Mother +may worry if I stay away too long!" + +"What's your hurry?" said Ducky Waddles. + +"Goodby," said Henny Penny. + +"Come again," said Cocky Doodle. + +"Come very soon," said Turkey Tim. + +"Call tomorrow," cried Goosey Lucy. + +But the little rabbit was out of hearing by this time, and just as Mr. +Merry Sun went down behind the West Hill, he hopped into the Old Bramble +Patch. + +"Come, wash your hands; supper is ready," said Mrs. Rabbit, as she took +the carrot muffins out of the oven and dished the stewed lollypops. + + + + +HENNY PENNY'S MISTAKE + + +THERE was great excitement at the Old Barn Yard. A big mistake had been +made. Whose fault it was no one could tell; but the fact was that Henny +Penny had hatched out a brood of ducklings. + +At first nobody thought anything was wrong, except that, perhaps, her +little brood had very large bills and feet, much larger than those of +any little chicks at the farm. + +But one day when the whole brood waddled off down to the Old Duck Pond +and jumped in everybody knew that Henny Penny had little ducks and not +little chickens. + +Poor little Henny Penny! She stood upon the bank and clucked and clucked +to them to come back. + +"You'll be drowned, my darlings!" she cried. But the little ducks threw +out their great brown feet as cleverly as if they had taken swimming +lessons all their lives and sailed off on the Old Duck Pond, away, away +among the ferns, under the pink azaleas, through reeds and rushes and +arrowheads and pickerel weed, the happiest ducks that ever were born. +And soon they were quite out of sight. + +Poor little Henny Penny. She didn't know how to swim, so she sat down on +the bank and waited for her little ducks to come back. Now and then she +wiped her eyes on her downy breast feathers. + +"Don't cry," said Cocky Doodle kindly. + +"Don't worry," said Rosy Comb. "Your children seem to know how to swim +as well as Ducky Waddles." + +Just then across the Old Duck Pond came a chorus of quacks, and at a +distance was seen the little brood swimming home, their feathers +gleaming in green and gold. + +"Such a splendid time we've had," they all cried as they waddled up the +bank. "And we know now how to get our own living, for there are lots of +little fish and flies out there on the Old Duck Pond. We can take care +of ourselves, so don't worry any more about us, Mother Henny Penny." + +"They are little ducks, not chickens," said Ducky Waddles. + +"Are you sure?" asked Henny Penny tearfully, wiping her eyes with a +tiny yellow handkerchief. + +"Of course I am," replied Ducky Waddles. "Don't I know a duck's foot +when I see it?" + +"Dear, Oh dear!" sighed the poor little hen, "there has been a dreadful +mistake!" + +But whose mistake it was no one could tell, for the Kind Farmer never +confessed that he put duck eggs in Henny Penny's nest. + + + + +THE DAM + + +THE Bubbling Brook was slowly drying up. Everyone on the Sunny Meadow +was worried, and the little people who lived in the water were even more +worried. + +It was just like having one's house pulled down while living in it. You +see, as the water became more shallow there were places in the little +brook that were hardly covered with water, and it was only in the deep +holes that the fish and crabs could swim at all. + +And the cause of all this was Busy Beaver. Yes, sir. Busy Beaver was +building a dam across the Bubbling Brook. + +Somehow he knew that winter was coming, when it would be all frozen +over. But he knew that if he built a dam across it, a little pond would +form where the water would be too deep to freeze clear down to the +bottom. + +"I'll leave a little opening in the dam to let the water run out when it +gets high enough," said Busy Beaver to himself as he laid mud and stones +on top of a log. + +If the Little People of the Sunny Meadow had only heard him they +wouldn't have been so worried. Little Jack Rabbit did, though, as he +came hopping down the Shady Forest Path. + +"Good morning," said the little bunny. + +Busy Beaver looked up from his work. He had almost finished a mighty +good job. First, he had cut down a tree, and then sawed it with his +sharp teeth into logs. These he had rolled into the water, weighting +them down with stones and mud until gradually he had built up a splendid +dam from the bottom of the pond. + +"It's almost finished," said Busy Beaver. "It took me quite a long time, +for sometimes the logs would bob up and drift away, and I'd have to +begin all over again. But I kept at it, and now I've got a nice dam to +hold back the water." + +"Why do you want deep water?" asked the little rabbit. + +"Come over here and I'll show you," answered Busy Beaver, leading Little +Jack Rabbit around to the end of the dam nearest the Shady Forest. +"There, you see my house. Now the water must be deep enough so that when +it freezes my front door will always be below the ice. Otherwise I +wouldn't be able to swim in and out." + +"How soon will the Bubbling Brook start running again?" asked the little +bunny. + +"Pretty soon--maybe tonight," answered Busy Beaver. + +"Hurrah! I'll tell my friend the little Fresh Water Crab!" and away +hopped the little rabbit to the Sunny Meadow. + + + + +GOOD NEWS + + +ALREADY the water was beginning to trickle over the pebbly bottom of the +Bubbling Brook. + +All of a sudden a voice overhead shouted, "Good morning!" and there sat +Chatterbox, the Red Squirrel, in the Big Walnut Tree. "Why are you in +such a hurry?" + +"I must tell all my friends in the Sunny Meadow the good news," replied +the little rabbit. "I can't wait a minute." + +"I'll go with you," said Chatterbox, running down the tree. "Tell me, +what's the news?" + +"The Bubbling Brook will be running again tonight," answered the little +bunny, and he explained all about Busy Beaver's dam. + +"Well, I declare," exclaimed Chatterbox, "Busy Beaver has a lot of nerve +to stop the water running in the Bubbling Brook. He doesn't own the +water rights. The Bubbling Brook belongs to everyone alike." + +"So it does," answered Little Jack Rabbit, "but Busy Beaver has to look +out for himself. If he doesn't build a dam his little house will be +frozen up this winter." + +Just then the water rose almost to the ferns that grew on the edge of +the Bubbling Brook. "Everything's all right now," said the little +rabbit, "I won't bother to go over to the Sunny Meadow. The fishes and +the little fresh water crabs will learn the news before I can get +there," and he sat down to talk things over with Chatterbox. + +"You just ought to see Busy Beaver use his tail as a trowel to lay on +the mud," said the little rabbit, who couldn't keep from talking about +what he had just seen. "He carries the mud and stones between his chin +and forepaws and knows just how to put them in the cracks between the +logs to keep back the water." + +"Well, we all must prepare for the long, cold winter," said Chatterbox. +"Brother Tip Top and I have been gathering nuts for many a day and have +our storehouse nearly full." + + While the Autumn days are here + Make things snug for Winter drear; + Storehouse filled with everything + To last until again it's Spring. + + + + +A PERPLEXED LITTLE RABBIT + + +"GOODNESS gracious me!" exclaimed Little Jack Rabbit, all of a sudden, +"the Clover Patch is all dried up. What shall I do when winter comes?" + +"Hunt for old turnips and carrots in the field," laughed Chatterbox. + +"I think I'll leave you," answered Little Jack Rabbit thoughtfully, "I'm +beginning to worry about what's going to happen to me," and away he +hopped, leaving the little red squirrel sitting beneath his tree. + +"'Most everybody I know," thought the little rabbit as he hopped along, +"curls up and goes to sleep for the winter. I wonder if I could? I'm +going home to ask Mother." + +But Mrs. Rabbit was too busy putting up carrot jelly to answer +questions. "Don't bother me," she said, "I haven't got a minute to +spare." So the only thing for the little bunny to do was to go to +somebody else. + +The very first person he met was Hedgy Hedgehog. He was just coming out +of his hole, which he had been busily lining with grass and dry leaves, +some of which were still sticking to his spikes, for he hadn't had time +to brush himself. + +"What are you doing?" asked the little bunny. + +"Getting ready for winter. I've fixed up my place nice and warm, and +when the cold weather comes I'll creep in and sleep till Spring." + +"What do you eat?" asked Little Jack Rabbit, who could eat all the time, +and sometimes oftener, like all rabbits. + +"Don't eat--can't eat when you're asleep, you know." + +"Gracious me!" exclaimed the little bunny, "that would never do for me!" +and he hopped away. + +By and by he came to the Old Duck Pond. There sat Granddaddy Bullfrog on +a log, winking and blinking in the light of Mr. Merry Sun. + +"Granddaddy Bullfrog, what do you do when winter comes?" + +"Why, bless you, my little bunny," answered the old gentleman frog, "I +go to sleep in the mud at the bottom of the pond." + +"Oh, dear, I can't do that!" sighed the little rabbit. + +"Of course not," laughed Granddaddy Bullfrog. "Do what your mother says, +and stop worrying!" + + + + +THE TURNIP + + +"WELL, I guess Granddaddy Bullfrog is right," thought Little Jack +Rabbit, as he hopped back home to the Old Bramble Patch. "What's the use +of worrying about winter? I'll take Granddaddy Bullfrog's advice and +leave it all to Mother." + +After that he felt much better. Pretty soon he saw Timmy Meadowmouse +looking out of his little round house of grass, no larger than a cricket +ball, which was fastened to three or four stiff stalks of grass about a +foot above the ground. + +"Good morning. Do you know, I've been dreadfully worried about winter; +but now I'm going to take Granddaddy Bullfrog's advice and leave it all +to mother." + +You see, this little rabbit just couldn't stop talking about his +troubles, although he was going to leave them all to mother! + +"There! She's waving to you from the Old Bramble Patch," cried Timmy +Meadowmouse. Away went the little bunny without another word and in less +than five hundred hops he was home. + +"Hop over to the field and bring me a turnip. Your father will be home +for lunch in a few minutes," said Mrs. Rabbit. + +Little Jack Rabbit hopped through the Old Rail Fence, across the road +and into the field where the Old Scarecrow flapped his arms every time +Billy Breeze whistled through the cornstalks. But the Old Clothes Man +couldn't frighten the little bunny. Oh, my no! It took more than that, +although he was a scary little chap. You see, he knew all about the Old +Scarecrow, for he had watched the Kind Farmer put him up in the early +Spring. + +Picking up a nice looking turnip, he turned about and started back +again. But, Oh dear me! All of a sudden out from behind a cornstack +jumped the Farmer's Boy. + +The little rabbit didn't stop to say sorry to have met you. No siree. He +hopped away as fast as he could, but not fast enough. Before he had gone +maybe thirteen hops a stone hit his left hind leg. + +"Ha, ha!" yelled the Farmer's Boy. "Wait till I hit you again, Mr. +Cottontail." But he didn't, for the little rabbit went faster on three +legs than he had on four, and the next minute popped safely into the +dear Old Bramble Patch. + +"Where's the turnip?" asked Mrs. Rabbit. + +"Goodness me! I guess that's what the Farmer's Boy hit me with," +answered the little bunny. + + + + +THE BONFIRE + + +EVERYBODY in the Shady Forest was having a dreadful time. Old Parson Owl +was nearly coughing his head off, Professor Jim Crow's voice was so +hoarse his scholars could hardly understand him, and Little Jack +Rabbit's eyes looked as if he had been crying for a week. + +The reason for all this was that the smoke from the Farmer Boy's big +bonfire had drifted into the forest until every chink and corner was +filled. + +At first no one knew what was the matter. Of course the air smelled +queer and made one's eyes smart. But after a while when the smoke grew +so thick that it seemed like night-time and Mr. Merry Sun couldn't be +seen at all, the Forest Folk thought it time to hold a meeting to +consider what was best to do. They all decided to ask Billy Breeze to +help them, and you can imagine how grateful they were when he agreed to +blow the smoke out of the Shady Forest. Before Mr. Merry Sun went down +behind the hills that night Billy Breeze had cleared the smoke away and +everything was clean and sweet again. + +Now, before all this had taken place, a handful of burning leaves had +drifted along the Old Rail Fence, setting fire to the long, dry grass, +and in a short time there was quite a fire close to the Old Bramble +Patch. + +It didn't take Little Jack Rabbit long to borrow some sweet potatoes +from his mother, and while he was roasting them Chippy Chipmunk climbed +through the fence with a bagful of chestnuts. + +Pretty soon along came Jimmy Crow, and when he saw what was going on, he +was mighty anxious to have some fun, too. So off he went to get some +bittersweet berries, for he likes them much better than sweet potatoes. + +After a while Mrs. Rabbit came out to see whether they were up to any +mischief. She was worried for fear they might burn up the Old Rail Fence +or set fire to the Old Bramble Patch. But no, nothing was wrong. All +three were quietly sitting around a small fire, the little rabbit +peeling a hot sweet potato, the little chipmunk shelling a smoking hot +chestnut and the little crow picking out the nice browned bittersweet +berries. + +"Well, well!" exclaimed the lady rabbit with a sigh of relief, "I +expected to see the Old Rail Fence in ashes and the dear Old Bramble +Patch in flames." + + + + +MRS. COW + + +"TING-A-LING! ting-a-ling!" went Mrs. Cow's bell. Mrs. Cow seemed mighty +anxious to get away from somebody. Yes, sir! she kept right on running, +although every now and then she'd turn her head to look behind her. + +By and by Little Jack Rabbit came hopping over the top of the hill with +a tin pail in his paw. But, goodness me! Mrs. Cow didn't have to run +away from him. No indeed. He wasn't going to milk her. He didn't have a +milk pail at all, but a little dinner pail, and Mrs. Cow was mistaken +and had run away for nothing. + +The truth of the matter was that the little rabbit was going berrying +down in the Cranberry Marsh on the other side of the Old Duck Pond, but +of course Mrs. Cow didn't know that. + +But she did know it wasn't time to be milked, and, anyway, she wasn't +going to have anybody milk her but the Kind Farmer. + +"Mrs. Cow! Mrs. Cow!" cried the little rabbit, "I'm going cranberrying, +not milking. Don't run away!" + +"Honest Injun?" said Mrs. Cow, halting at the Bubbling Brook. "Cross +your heart?" + +"Yes, cross my heart," answered the little rabbit. + +"Well, I'm glad to hear you say so," replied Mrs. Cow. "I might have +sprained my ankle jumping over the Bubbling Brook." Then she trotted +along by the little rabbit's side. + +"How's your Ma these days?" she asked in a little while. + +"She's going to make cranberry jelly when I get back," replied the +little rabbit. "Father's very fond of it. How's Mr. Bull?" + +"He's very well," answered Mrs. Cow. "He was up when Cocky Doodle sang +his Sun Song this morning." + +"So was I," laughed the little rabbit. "Mother says Cocky Doodle is +better than an alarm clock, for you don't have to wind him." + +Just then they came to the end of the meadow, so the little rabbit +hopped through the fence and down to the Cranberry Patch to fill his +pail with the bright red berries. + + + + +THE SUGAR-COATED CARROT + + +ALL of a sudden, just like that, he saw something shining in the grass. +And what do you think it was? You'll never guess, so I'll tell you right +away. A sugar-coated carrot. But before he could put it in his pocket +along came little Katie Cottontail, swinging her sunbonnet in her paw. + + "Wiggle your ear and shut your eye, + Twinkle your nose and say 'Oh my!'" + +shouted Little Jack Rabbit, "and I'll give you something to make you +laugh." + +"What is it?" asked little Katie Cottontail, but just the same she +didn't wait for an answer, but closed her eyes and twinkled her nose up +and down, and then sideways. + +But, Oh dear me. Just then the little rabbit dropped the sugar-coated +carrot and couldn't find it. He hunted high and low, and so did little +Katie Cottontail, but the candy carrot was gone. Yes, sir. It certainly +was. And I'll tell you where it went. Into a little hole in the ground +where a snake had his home. + +"Well, we'll make some cranberry juice soda when we get home," said +Little Jack Rabbit, and off they hopped to the Cranberry Patch. In a +little while he had filled his pail and Katie Cottontail her apron, and +then they started for home. + +[Illustration: Katie Cottontail Went Clippety-Clap Up the Path. + + _Little Jack Rabbit's Adventures_ _Page 81_] + +"I must be careful not to squash 'em, or Mother'll give me a scolding," +she said, as they climbed up the bank where the railroad track cut +through. But, Oh dear me! Just as they were about to hop through the Old +Rail Fence, along came a train. + +"Ding, dong!" went the bell. "Toot-toot-toot!" shrieked the whistle. +Poor little Katie Cottontail gave a shiver and dropped her apron. Then +clipperty-clip, lipperty-lip she went up the Cow Path to the Old Brush +Heap on the hillside. + +Mrs. Cow looked up and, seeing the little bunny girl hopping home all +out of breath, thought something must be the matter and ran back to the +Big Red Barn. The bell on her collar didn't make nearly as much noise as +the one on the locomotive, but it made her hurry, just the same. + +"Goodness me! What scary things girls are!" said the little rabbit. +"Mrs. Cow's ten times as big as Katie Cottontail, but she's just as +scary." + +After picking up the cranberries which the little frightened girl rabbit +had spilled from her apron, the bunny boy hopped home to the Old Bramble +Patch. + +His mother was standing in the kitchen doorway, her right paw shading +her eyes as she looked anxiously over the Sunny Meadow. + + + + +BAD LUCK + + +"GOODNESS me! I'm dreadfully worried," cried Mrs. Rabbit, "I just saw +the Kind Farmer's Black Cat cross the path from right to left, and that +means bad luck, you know." + +"I guess he's hunting for little Timmy Meadowmouse," answered Little +Jack Rabbit. "It will be bad luck for Timmy to be caught." + +"Why don't you run over and tell him," said Mrs. Rabbit. "Black Cat may +be hiding near his house. You'd better hurry." + +So away hopped the little rabbit to find Timmy Meadowmouse, who lived in +a little round house made of twisted grass on the Sunny Meadow. Pretty +soon he saw the little meadowmouse peeking out of his front door. + +"Oh, it's you, is it, Little Jack Rabbit," he said with a sigh of +relief, "I thought I heard some one creeping around my house. But if it +was you, it's all right." + +"Maybe it isn't all right," answered the little rabbit, and he told how +his mother had seen Black Cat cross the path from right to left. "And +that means bad luck, you know." + +"If he crosses your path from left to right, what does that mean?" asked +the little meadowmouse. + +"Good luck," answered Little Jack Rabbit. + +"I don't know," said Timmy Meadowmouse with a shiver, "if he saw me +first, it would be bad luck no matter which way he crossed the path." + +Just then Little Jack Rabbit saw something move in the tall grass. "Look +out," he shouted. + +Into his house popped Timmy Meadowmouse, and none too soon, for Black +Cat landed on the very spot where he had stood talking to the little +rabbit. + +"So it was you who warned Timmy Meadowmouse, was it?" he hissed, humping +up his back and waving his long tail back and forth. Oh my, but he +looked ugly. + +"Yes, it was I," answered Little Jack Rabbit bravely, and then he did +what his mother had taught him to do when in a tight place. He suddenly +turned his back on Black Cat and struck out with his strong hind legs. +Thump! they went against Black Cat's ribs, knocking him over. Then away +hopped the little rabbit back to the Old Bramble Patch. + + If you do what mother says + You'll grow tall and strong. + On your lips a happy smile, + In your heart a song-- + If you do what mother says + You will not go wrong. + + + + +LITTLE JACK RABBIT STUBS HIS TOE + + +COCKY DOODLE stood by the Big Red Barn and clapped his wings. Then +digging his feet well into the ground, he began his morning +cock-a-doodle-do. + +Mr. Merry Sun lifted his head from his crimson pillows and looked over +the misty hilltop. + +"Time for me to get up," he yawned. "Cocky Doodle is calling." + +Teddy Turtle crawled along the Old Cow Path to the Old Duck Pond. He +didn't see Little Jack Rabbit hopping over the grass. Teddy is so slow +that he never thinks any one can go faster. So it was only when the +little rabbit stubbed his toe on the little turtle's hard shell house +that he woke up. Of course he wasn't really asleep, but he might just as +well have been. + +"You ought to know better than to go to sleep right in the Old Cow +Path," said the little bunny, rubbing his toe. "Why don't you keep your +head out to see where you're going if you walk in your sleep?" + +"I pulled my head inside my shell when you hit me, as all well-trained +turtles do in time of danger," answered Teddy Turtle. + +"Goodness, I wouldn't be afraid of anything if I had a strong shell +house like yours to creep into." + +"Well, I'm not afraid of anybody except the Miller's Boy," said Teddy +Turtle. "But when he turns me over on my back I'm helpless." + +"Where are you going?" asked the little rabbit. + +"Down to the Old Duck Pond. I'm going to sleep in the soft mud for the +winter," answered Teddy Turtle. + +"Well, goodby," said the little rabbit, hopping off to the Old Farm +Yard. + +"Cock-a-doodle-do," sang Cocky Doodle. "I hope everybody is awake. There +comes Mr. Merry Sun up the sky. Cock-a-doodle-do. Everybody gets up when +I call. Don't you hear Billy Breeze singing over the Sunny Meadow? I +wake the Little People of the Shady Forest and the Sunny Meadow every +morning. Cock-a-doodle-do." + +Yes, sir. This little rooster was better than an alarm clock, for you +didn't have to wind him. He crowed every morning his cheerful song to +help the old world wag along. + + + + +MUD TURTLE TOWN + + +THE Mud Turtles were having a fine time on the banks of the Old Duck +Pond. What is more fun I should like to know than making mud pies and +forts, and these little turtles had been busy for several days until +they had built a mud city, with bridges and houses, towers and castles. + +Goodness me! It was muddy, and the Farmyard Folk were all complaining, +except Ducky Waddles. He just loved mud, and found it great fun waddling +over the mud bridges. And if they broke down, he didn't mind a muddy +splashing! No, indeed he didn't. So, of course, he and the Mud Turtles +were great friends. + +One day Mr. Merry Sun, seeing how things were going on, said to himself: +"I guess I'll dry up all the Turtle Mud Houses." So he set to work, +shining down from the bright blue sky, and before evening the mud +palaces and castles were hard as bricks. + +"Hurrah!" he said, just before he went to sleep on the crimson pillows +of the West, "I've finished Mud Turtle Town!" + +Of course, all this was more or less of an accident, for the Mud Turtles +hadn't asked Mr. Merry Sun to help them. But when they saw what he had +done, they were delighted, and at once sent out invitations to all the +Barnyard Folk to spend a week in Turtle Town. + +Cocky Doodle and Henny Penny accepted at once; so did Goosey Lucy; and +as soon as they had packed their things, they set out for the Old Duck +Pond. + +"I don't think I shall lay an egg while I'm there," said Henny +Penny--"I'm not used to Mud Nests." + +"Suit yourself," said Cocky Doodle. + +"Henny Penny is right," said Goosey Lucy. "It will be a little vacation +for us. I, for one, shall be glad to forget all about home duties." + +Just then there was a great flapping of wings and Ducky Waddles came +wabbling after them. "Why don't you wait for a fellow," he panted. "I'm +all out of breath trying to catch up to you. I almost had to fly." + +As they crossed the Old Cow Path they met Little Jack Rabbit hopping +home to the Old Bramble Patch. + +"We're going to make a visit in Turtle Town," said Henny Penny. "Why +don't you come, too?" + +"Haven't time," answered the little bunny. "Mother sent me over to +Cousin Cottontail for lollypop frosting. She must have it in time to +cover the carrot cake for supper." + + + + +BOBBY TAIL + + +MR. JOHN RABBIT had been a great jumper in his youth, and Little Jack +Rabbit wished to learn to jump as far as his father, and even farther. + +So every day he practiced jumping in the Sweet Clover Field near the Old +Rail Fence until by and by he could jump over the second rail. + +"Pretty good," said Mr. Rabbit. "Don't believe I did any better when I +was your age. How is Bobby Tail getting along?" + +Now Little Jack Rabbit's brother was called Bobby Tail, because his tail +was so short. Yes, siree, it was so short that it looked exactly like a +white powder puff. And his eyes were just like little pink beads. But +they weren't any pinker than his nose. + +But, I'm sorry to say, there was something wrong with Bobby Tail. He was +too lazy for anything. That was what was the matter with him. He didn't +want to learn to jump--he'd rather spend his time eating clover tops. By +and by he grew to be dreadfully fat. + +And a fat bunny can't run fast nor jump far. Bobby Tail found this to be +true when one day Sic'em, the Farmer's Dog, chased him across the Sunny +Meadow. + +The Bunny Brothers had hopped down to the Old Duck Pond to see +Granddaddy Bullfrog, when all of a sudden Sic'em saw them. Goodness me! +What a chase he gave them! Over the Sunny Meadow, through the Shady +Forest, and along the Old Rail Fence! At first Bobby Tail was able to +keep up with brother, but after a while he fell behind. + +"Hurry up!" shouted Little Jack Rabbit. But, Oh dear me! Bobby Tail was +so fat and so short of breath that he couldn't. Closer and closer came +Sic'em till the little bunny could almost feel his hot breath. + +"If I ever get back to the Old Bramble Patch," he thought, "I'll +practice running and jumping every day in the week." + +Just then, he reached the Old Rail Fence. Another jump landed him in the +dear Old Bramble Patch, leaving Sic'em barking and growling outside the +prickly bushes. + +"You've had a narrow escape," said Mr. Rabbit, looking up over his +evening paper, "I hope it will teach you a lesson!" + +And it did. The very next day Bobby Tail practiced jumping with Little +Jack Rabbit, and kept it up until he became almost as good a jumper as +his brother. + +But Old Sic'em never knew how this came to pass. He was too busy keeping +watch over the Old Farmyard to bother his head about Bobby Tail, for +Danny Fox, who was always prowling around, hunting for a stray chicken, +kept the old dog forever on the lookout. + + + + +SUNSHINE + + +"WHERE did you get your red coat?" asked Little Jack Rabbit, looking up +from the Old Bramble Patch. + +"Oh, that's my secret," answered Red Bird from the Old Rail Fence. +"There's been a legend in our family about it ever since the Flood." + +"You don't say so," exclaimed the little rabbit. + +"You've heard of the Great Flood, I suppose, that happened hundreds and +hundreds of years ago?" + +Little Jack Rabbit nodded. "I hope we don't get another to wash away the +Old Bramble Patch." + +"Well," continued Red Bird, "the legend is that one day, after it had +been raining ever so long, when there was nothing but water all around +and everybody in the ark was feeling very miserable, Mother Noah wrung +her hands and said, 'Oh, dear! We'll all be lost. We'll never get +ashore!' + +"Just then my ancestor began to whistle, and the next minute a beam of +sunshine broke through the clouds and settled upon him. + +"'My dear, we are reproved,' said Father Noah. 'The little bird has more +courage than we have. Hear him whistle.' + +"Then everybody turned to look at the brave little whistler. He was so +embarrassed that he BLUSHED--we were gray before that time, they +say--blushed so very deeply that our feathers have never lost their +bright red from that day to this." + +"Well, well," exclaimed the little rabbit. "When do you go away for the +winter?" + +"I'm not going away--I'm going to stay right here," answered Red Bird. + +"You'll find it pretty breezy up there," said Little Jack Rabbit with a +twinkle of his pink nose. + +"Oh, I don't know. I've got on my double-breasted red coat." + +"But what will you find to eat when the berries are all gone?" asked the +little rabbit. + +"I'll pick up crumbs at the Old Farm House," replied Red Bird +cheerfully. + +"You've got a sunshiny disposition," said Little Jack Rabbit admiringly. +"I guess your ancestors handed down something besides a red coat--some +of that sunshine that turned his feathers red must have crept into his +heart." + +"I don't know," replied Red Bird. + +"Maybe it doesn't make much difference how you got it, as long as you +keep it," said the little bunny as he hopped back into the Old Bramble +Patch to tell his mother all about it. + + + + +TURKEY TIM + + +TURKEY TIM in his turban-colored comb strutted about the Old Farmyard, +spreading his tail like a Japanese fan to the bright light that Mr. +Merry Sun sent down from the Big Blue Sky. + +"I wonder what makes Turkey Tim so proud?" asked Henny Penny. + +Little Jack Rabbit wiggled his pink nose, but said nothing. + +"Is it because the Kind Farmer is buying chestnuts for him from Chippy +Chipmunk?" + +Still the little rabbit made no reply. + +"Please tell me," begged Henny Penny. "You can whisper in my ear." + +"Turkey Tim thinks the Kind Farmer is fond of him, but that's not the +reason," answered the little rabbit. + +"What is the reason?" asked Henny Penny, who you see by this time was a +very curious little hen. + +"Turkey Tim wouldn't believe me if I told him," said the little rabbit. + +"Wouldn't he?" exclaimed the little hen, her feathers ruffled with +excitement and curiosity. + +"It's a big secret," whispered the little bunny. + +"Tell me quick," coaxed Henny Penny. + +"Thanksgiving!" whispered Little Jack Rabbit. "Haven't you heard of +chestnut-fed turkeys for Thanksgiving?" + +"Do you mean they are going to kill Turkey Tim?" cried the little hen. + +"I certainly do," answered the little rabbit. "But he's so proud he +wouldn't believe me. Why, he thinks he's more wonderful than Cocky +Doodle." + +"Well, he isn't," said Henny Penny. "Cocky Doodle's the most wonderful +of all the Feathered Folk, for he's the one who wakes up Mr. Merry Sun. +Cocky Doodle is the cock-a-doodle-do clock of the whole wide world. Why, +if it weren't for him Mr. Merry Sun might stay in bed all day." + +Just then along came Turkey Tim, but he didn't look so proud when the +little hen told him about Thanksgiving. + +"Who told you?" he asked in a trembling voice. + +"Little Jack Rabbit," answered Henny Penny, pointing to the truthful +little bunny. + +"I guess I'll make a visit in the Friendly Forest," said Turkey Tim in a +low voice, and off he went as fast as his legs would take him. + +But, Oh dear me! No sooner was he there than Billy Breeze began to sing: + + "Look out, look out for Danny Fox! + He sneaks about in his woolen socks, + You never can tell where he is at, + For he creeps around like a tip-toe cat." + + + + +PHOEBE PHEASANT + + +LITTLE Phoebe Pheasant's dew-wet feet hurried along the edge of the +Sunny Meadow. Mr. Merry Sun hadn't been up long enough to dry the grass, +for it was very early in the morning. + +In some places the dew had turned to frost, but the little pheasant +didn't mind that in the least, for she is a hardy bird, and not a bit +afraid of cold weather. + +The weather is about the only thing she isn't afraid of, for she is very +timid. Although she sometimes went to the Old Farmyard for breakfast, at +the slightest noise she would fly away. + +As she hurried along through the dewy frost she caught sight of Little +Jack Rabbit. And as he was the one person she wished to see that +morning, it didn't take her long to reach the Old Bramble Patch. + +"Good morning, Phoebe Pheasant," said the little bunny. "You seem in a +hurry." + +"Yes, I'm in a dreadful hurry to ask you something," replied the little +pheasant. + +"Well, what is it?" laughed the little bunny. + +"You remember Turkey Tim left the Old Farmyard before Thanksgiving?" + +"Of course I do," answered the little rabbit. + +"He wants to know whether the Kind Farmer has been looking for him?" +whispered Phoebe Pheasant. "He doesn't dare go back himself to find +out." + +"I should say not," answered the little rabbit. "The Kind Farmer's +dreadfully put out. He had to go without his Thanksgiving turkey!" + +"Then you think it would be dangerous for Turkey Tim to go back to the +Old Farmyard?" + +"Yes, just now," replied the little bunny. "He'd better wait until +everybody has forgotten Thanksgiving." + +"It's dreadfully hard on him, all alone in the Shady Forest," sighed the +little pheasant. "He's not a Wild Turkey, you know." + +"Never mind if he isn't," answered Little Jack Rabbit. "He'll be a Roast +Turkey if he goes back now to the Old Farmyard." + + + + +THE SNOWBALL + + +BILLY BREEZE had kicked up an awful racket all night around the Old +Briar Patch, but Little Jack Rabbit hadn't heard him. No, sir. The +little bunny had been too sound asleep to hear anything, but when he +looked out in the morning, goodness me! how he shivered. + +The ground was all covered with a white mantle, but he didn't know it +was snow. This was the first snow he had ever seen. It made everything +look strange, and the ground was as smooth as Mrs. Rabbit's best linen +tablecloth. + +Pretty soon he hopped down to the Bubbling Brook, but it, too, had +changed. It was smooth, like glass. So the little rabbit leaned over the +bank to listen, but just then Billy Breeze made a dreadful racket and +whirled the snow about in great clouds. But the little rabbit didn't +care; he just kept on listening, and by and by he heard the Bubbling +Brook singing softly: + + "Underneath the ice and snow + Very gently still I flow + Till I reach the Old Duck Pond + And the ocean far beyond. + + "Billy Breeze may whistle loud + Toss the snow up in a cloud, + Underneath the ice and snow + Very gently still I flow." + +"Dear me," said the little rabbit to himself, "I never would know that +this was the Old Duck Pond if it weren't for the Old Mill yonder. No +wonder Granddaddy Bullfrog hid himself deep down in the mud before all +this happened." + +Yes, the whole earth seemed quiet and still. The mill wheel moved no +more; great icicles hung from the paddles and long snowdrifts lay piled +against the dam. + +I don't know how long the little rabbit would have stood there wondering +at the sudden change if something hadn't happened. Whiz! went a snowball +past his ear. The Farmer's Boy leaned over and picked up some more snow. +But the little rabbit didn't wait to see what sort of a snowball he +would make this time. No, siree. He hopped back to the dear Old Bramble +Patch as fast as he could. + + + + +THE NEW SLEIGH + + +THE Old Farm Yard was a very comfortable sort of a place. Little Jack +Rabbit liked to go there, for all the Barnyard Folk were very nice to +him, especially Henny Penny and Cocky Doodle, who always gave him some +of their corn. + +Then, too, it was great fun playing about the High Haystack. Here they +all gathered after a snow storm, for the snow soon melted on the sunny +side. + +Another reason, too, why the little rabbit came so often was because +many of his friends were tucked away for a long winter's nap. + +Busy Beaver was safe in his little house under the ice in the Forest +Pool. Squirrel Nutcracker and his family came out only on warm, sunshiny +days. The rest of the time they spent sleeping in their warm little +houses. As for Granddaddy Bullfrog, he never showed up--he was sound +asleep in the soft mud at the bottom of the Old Duck Pond. + +The little rabbit's mother had told him not to go too often to the Old +Farm Yard for fear the Kind Farmer might not like it. "Henny Penny and +Cocky Doodle are your friends," she told him, "but I'm not so sure about +Mr. Farmer." + +"Oh, he's all right, mother," answered the little rabbit. "He's very +kind. He feeds all the Barn Yard Folk with such nice food. I'm sure +he's very good and kind." + +"Don't be too sure," answered the little rabbit's mother, with a knowing +wag of her head. + +One day when the little bunny hopped into the Old Farm Yard he heard +Cocky Doodle say: + +"It's a beautiful sleigh!" And just as Little Jack Rabbit was going to +ask what he meant, the Kind Farmer came out of the Big Red Barn with +Betsy, the Old Gray Mare, and hitched her up to a beautiful dark green +sleigh. + +"Git ap!" he said, snapping the whip over her back. + +"Oh, Oh!" cried the little rabbit, "Maybe mother is right. I guess he's +not such a kind farmer after all!" But of course the little bunny +didn't know that the Kind Farmer hardly touched Old Betsy, although the +whip made a loud crack and she threw out her heels and ran off at a +great rate. + + "Jingle bells, jingle bells, + On the nice new sleigh. + Oh what fun it is to run!" + Sang dear Old Betsy Gray. + +[Illustration: "I'm So Tired of Polishing This Doorknob." + + _Little Jack Rabbit's Adventures_ _Page 117_] + + + + +DAILY DUTIES + + It isn't always easy + To do the things you must. + Some people if they stay at home + Say they will surely rust. + But you will find the longer + You live from day to day + That you must do the little things + That daily come your way. + + +"OH, dear!" sighed Little Jack Rabbit one lovely spring morning, "I'm so +tired of polishing this doorknob every day and every day. I wish it +would drop off." + +"Goodness me, little rabbit," said Grandmother Magpie, who just then +happened along, "you are a disagreeable bunny boy this morning." And +the old lady magpie looked at him out of her little black eyes as much +as to say: "I wish I had that bunny boy to bring up, I'd make him toe +the mark." + +And perhaps she would, and perhaps she wouldn't, for some people can +bring up other people's children ever so much better than their own, or +even themselves. Isn't that strange? Well, maybe it is and maybe it +isn't. + +"What are you saying to my little bunny boy?" asked Mrs. John Rabbit, +putting her head out of the kitchen window and scowling at Grandmother +Magpie. + +"Oh, nothing much," said that meddlesome old lady bird. + +"Well, you'd better not," said Mrs. Rabbit. "It's all you can do to +gossip about grown-up people's affairs." And then Mrs. Rabbit shook her +dusting rag up and down, and maybe once sideways, and after that she +shut the window. So Grandmother Magpie flew away without another word. + +"I'm glad she's gone," said the little rabbit to himself, and just then +Bobbie Redvest began to sing: + + "Every day a little work, + Every day a song, + Every day a kindly word + Helps us all along." + +And after that he picked up a crumb and said: + +"Good morning, little rabbit. Don't forget to feed the canary." + +"Gracious me!" exclaimed the little bunny, "I almost forgot!" And +wouldn't it have been dreadful if he had, for little Miss Canary +couldn't get out of her gold cage and look for worms like all the wild +birds can, you know. + +Well, when the little rabbit had finished his work, he hopped out to the +Sunny Meadow where Mr. Merry Sun was making the buttercups grow more +yellow every day, and the daisies whiter. + + + + +MRS. ORIOLE'S MIRROR + + Oh, Mrs. Cow has a little bell + Tied to her neck with a string, + And every time she shakes her head + It gives a ting-a-ling-ling. + + +"HELLOA, little rabbit," said Ducky Waddles. "I guess I'll go down to +the Old Duck Pond and take a swim." So off he went, wabbly, wabbly, on +his big yellow feet, and pretty soon he saw Granddaddy Bullfrog on his +log. The old gentleman frog was feeling very fine this lovely spring +morning, for he had just eaten thirty-three flies, and that's a pretty +good breakfast, let me tell you, even if the advertisements say you +must eat shavings and cream to be perfectly well. + +"Good morning, Ducky Waddles," said Granddaddy Bullfrog. "Have you heard +the news?" + +"What news?" asked Ducky Waddles, taking off his collar and his blue +necktie before jumping into the water. + +"Why, the Farmer's Boy has gone to the city to see his old maid aunt," +said Granddaddy Bullfrog with a grin. "He won't throw stones at me now +for maybe a week." + +"Well, that's good news," said Ducky Waddles. "Now I can take a swim +without worrying about my new necktie." And he flopped into the water +with a splash that almost frightened to death a little tadpole who was +swimming close by. + +"Gracious me!" said the Little Tadpole, whose name was Tad, "if that +old duck had seen me he would have gobbled me up as quick as a winkerty +blinkerty." And then he hid behind a water lily stem until Ducky Waddles +was far away. + +Well, Ducky Waddles hadn't gone very far before Mrs. Oriole, who had a +nest like a long white stocking on a branch of the weeping willow tree, +began to sing: + + "Swing high, swing low, + Swing to and fro + From the branch of the willow tree. + But whenever I look + In the Bubbling Brook + Another bird looks at me." + +"Ha, ha!" laughed Professor Jim Crow, who happened to come by just then. +"What sort of a bird lives in the Bubbling Brook?" + +"Well, I can tell you one thing," said Mrs. Oriole, "she doesn't keep +her feathers well combed." + +And then you should have heard that wise old blackbird laugh. + +"Well, when you look in the Bubbling Brook again," he said, "comb your +feathers, Mrs. Oriole, and perhaps that other bird will do the same." + +And would you believe it, that's just what happened? But how Professor +Jim Crow knew it I'm sure I don't know, unless his wife had a vanity bag +with a little mirror in it, as all the ladies do nowadays who don't +vote, I'm told. + + + + +AN AIRSHIP RIDE + + +WELL, all of a sudden, as Mrs. Oriole combed her yellow curls--beg +pardon, I mean feathers--Little Jack Rabbit heard a voice say, quite +close to his ear, "Hello!" And when he looked around he saw his friend +the Jay Bird perched on a bramble branch. + +"How did you get here?" asked the little rabbit. + +"In my airship," replied the little bird. "Don't you want to take a +ride?" + +"Will you wait till I finish cleaning my gold watch?" and the little +rabbit set to work, and before long he could see his face in it and the +Jay Bird's too, for Mr. Merry Sun made that little gold watch shine like +a ball of fire. + +Then away went the little rabbit and the Jay Bird, and pretty soon they +were flying over the Sunny Meadow, over the treetops and over the +steeples, and over the houses and over the peoples! + +Well, sir, it wasn't very long before they were far, far away from the +Shady Forest, and then the little rabbit said: "Don't go too far, Mr. +Jay Bird, for mother will worry if I don't get home in time for supper." +And just then up came the American Eagle with a big flag in his beak and +seven silver stars on the tips of his tail feathers. + + "O come with me and I'll show you where + I've a nest on the mountain high in the air; + It's a lonely place, but it's home for me, + With Mrs. Eagle and children three." + +"Show us the way and we'll follow," said the Jay Bird, and he steered +his airship after the great American Eagle, and by and by they came to +his nest high up on the mountain's rocky crest. + +The little rabbit hopped out and went over to say how do you do to the +little eaglets, and when they showed him their Thrift Stamp Books, what +do you think this generous little rabbit did? Why, he opened his +knapsack and gave them each a War Saving Stamp. Wasn't that kind of him? + +Then Mrs. Eagle went to the ice box for ice cream cones, and everybody +had a feast, and after that the Jay Bird said it was time to go. So he +and the little rabbit got into the airship and went away, and by and by +they were just above the Bramble Patch. Mrs. Rabbit was looking out of +the window, and as soon as she saw them way up high in the clear blue +sky, she rang the supper bell, and Cocky Doodle sang: + + "Home again, my little rabbit, + That's the place to be. + Only there true love and rest + Waits for you and me." + + + + +Little Jack Rabbit Books + + (Trademark Registered) + + _By_ DAVID CORY + + Author of "Little Journeys to Happyland" + + * * * * * + + Colored Wrappers With Text Illustrations. + + * * * * * + +A new and unique series about the furred and feathered little people of +the wood and meadow. + +Children will eagerly follow the doings of little Jack Rabbit, and the +clever way in which he escapes from his three enemies, Danny Fox, Mr. +Wicked Wolf and Hungry Hawk will delight the youngsters. + + LITTLE JACK RABBIT'S ADVENTURES + LITTLE JACK RABBIT AND DANNY FOX + LITTLE JACK RABBIT AND THE SQUIRREL BROTHERS + LITTLE JACK RABBIT AND CHIPPY CHIPMUNK + LITTLE JACK RABBIT AND THE BIG BROWN BEAR + LITTLE JACK RABBIT AND UNCLE JOHN HARE + LITTLE JACK RABBIT AND PROFESSOR CROW + LITTLE JACK RABBIT AND OLD MAN WEASEL + LITTLE JACK RABBIT AND MR. WICKED WOLF + LITTLE JACK RABBIT AND HUNGRY HAWK + LITTLE JACK RABBIT AND THE POLICEMAN DOG + LITTLE JACK RABBIT AND MISS MOUSIE + LITTLE JACK RABBIT AND UNCLE LUCKY + LITTLE JACK RABBIT AND THE YELLOW DOG TRAMP + + * * * * * + + GROSSET & DUNLAP, _Publishers_, NEW YORK + + + + +THE PUSS-IN-BOOTS, Jr. SERIES + + By DAVID CORY + + Author of "The Little Jack Rabbit Stories" and "Little + Journeys to Happyland" + + * * * * * + + Handsomely Bound. Colored Wrappers. Illustrated. + Each Volume Complete in Itself. + + * * * * * + +To know Puss Junior once is to love him forever. That's the way all the +little people feel about this young, adventurous cat, son of a very +famous father. + + THE ADVENTURES OF PUSS-IN-BOOTS, JR. + FURTHER ADVENTURES OF PUSS-IN-BOOTS, JR. + PUSS-IN-BOOTS, JR. 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