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S. Barbour</h1> +<pre> +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 <a href = "http://www.gutenberg.org">www.gutenberg.org</a></pre> +<p>Title: Little Jack Rabbit and Chippy Chipmunk</p> +<p>Author: David Cory</p> +<p>Release Date: May 7, 2011 [eBook #36053]</p> +<p>Language: English</p> +<p>Character set encoding: ISO-8859-1</p> +<p>***START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK LITTLE JACK RABBIT AND CHIPPY CHIPMUNK***</p> +<p> </p> +<h3>E-text prepared by Juliet Sutherland, Mary Meehan,<br /> + and the Online Distributed Proofreading Team<br /> + (http://www.pgdp.net)</h3> +<p> </p> +<hr class="full" /> +<p> </p> + +<div class="figcenter"> +<img src="images/cover.jpg" alt=""/> +</div> +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> + +<h1>LITTLE JACK RABBIT AND CHIPPY CHIPMUNK</h1> + +<h2>BY DAVID CORY</h2> + +<h3>Author of <span class="smcap">Little Jack Rabbit's Adventures</span>, <span class="smcap">Little Jack Rabbit and Danny +Fox</span>, <span class="smcap">Little Jack Rabbit and the Squirrel Brothers</span>, <span class="smcap">Little Jack Rabbit +and the Big Brown Bear</span>.</h3> +<p> </p> +<p> </p> +<p> </p> + + +<h3><i>LITTLE JACK RABBIT BOOKS</i></h3> + +<h3>(Trademark Registered)</h3> + +<h3>ILLUSTRATED BY<br /> +H. S. BARBOUR</h3> + +<h3>NEW YORK<br /> +GROSSET & DUNLAP<br /> +PUBLISHERS</h3> + +<h3>Made in the United States of America</h3> + +<h3><span class="smcap">Copyright, 1921, by</span><br /> +GROSSET & DUNLAP</h3> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<div class="figcenter"> +<a name="illus1" id="illus1"></a> +<img src="images/illus1.jpg" alt=""/> +</div> + +<h3>Chippy Chipmunk Shows Little Jack Rabbit His Stock of Nuts.</h3> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2>CONTENTS</h2> + +<!-- Autogenerated TOC. Modify or delete as required. --> +<p> +<a href="#LOLLYPOP_SYRUP">LOLLYPOP SYRUP</a><br /> +<a href="#DR_HERON">DR. HERON</a><br /> +<a href="#THE_SONG_OF_PROMISE">THE SONG OF PROMISE</a><br /> +<a href="#SPRING_IS_HERE">SPRING IS HERE</a><br /> +<a href="#LITTLE_MESSENGER_BOY_BUNNY">LITTLE MESSENGER BOY BUNNY</a><br /> +<a href="#GRANDDADDY_BULLFROG">GRANDDADDY BULLFROG</a><br /> +<a href="#RAT-A-TAT-TAT">RAT-A-TAT-TAT</a><br /> +<a href="#BUSY_PEOPLE">BUSY PEOPLE</a><br /> +<a href="#MOTHER_NATURE">MOTHER NATURE</a><br /> +<a href="#THE_WHISTLING_STOVE">THE WHISTLING STOVE</a><br /> +<a href="#MESSENGER_BOYS">MESSENGER BOYS</a><br /> +<a href="#A_RUDE_INTERRUPTION">A RUDE INTERRUPTION</a><br /> +<a href="#PHOTOGRAPHER_CRANE">PHOTOGRAPHER CRANE</a><br /> +<a href="#DR_QUACK">DR. QUACK</a><br /> +<a href="#BY_THE_BUBBLING_BROOK">BY THE BUBBLING BROOK</a><br /> +<a href="#HAPPY_DAYS">HAPPY DAYS</a><br /> +<a href="#THE_HOUSE_IN_THE_WOOD">THE HOUSE IN THE WOOD</a><br /> +<a href="#THE_YELLOW_DOG_TRAMP">THE YELLOW DOG TRAMP</a><br /> +<a href="#PRICKLY_THORNS">PRICKLY THORNS</a><br /> +<a href="#BAGS_OF_PEANUTS">BAGS OF PEANUTS</a><br /> +<a href="#THE_MUSICAL_ALARM_CLOCK">THE MUSICAL ALARM CLOCK</a><br /> +<a href="#MORE_ADVENTURES">MORE ADVENTURES</a><br /> +<a href="#AT_THE_FARM">AT THE FARM</a><br /> +<a href="#DANNY_FOX">DANNY FOX</a><br /> +<a href="#CHIPPY_CHIPMUNKS_STORE">CHIPPY CHIPMUNK'S STORE</a><br /> +<a href="#NAUGHTY_FEATHERHEAD">NAUGHTY FEATHERHEAD</a><br /> +<a href="#LITTLE_JACK_RABBITS_STORE">LITTLE JACK RABBIT'S STORE</a><br /> +<a href="#BILLY_BREEZE">BILLY BREEZE</a><br /> +<a href="#PITTER_PATTER">PITTER, PATTER</a><br /><br /> +<a href="#LITTLE_JACK_RABBIT_BOOKS">LITTLE JACK RABBIT BOOKS</a><br /> +<a href="#LITTLE_JOURNEYS_TO_HAPPYLAND">LITTLE JOURNEYS TO HAPPYLAND</a><br /> +</p> +<!-- End Autogenerated TOC. --> + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2>LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS</h2> + + +<p><a href="#illus1"><span class="smcap">Chippy Chipmunk Shows Little Jack Rabbit His Stock of Nuts.</span></a></p> + +<p><a href="#illus1"><span class="smcap">Little Jack Ate so Many Cakes That He Could Not Button His Jacket.</span></a></p> + +<p><a href="#illus1"><span class="smcap">Photographer Crane Got Ready to Take the Picture.</span></a></p> + +<p><a href="#illus1"><span class="smcap">Little Jack and Chippy Chipmunk Meet Teddy Turtle.</span></a></p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2>LITTLE JACK RABBIT AND CHIPPY CHIPMUNK</h2> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="LOLLYPOP_SYRUP" id="LOLLYPOP_SYRUP"></a>LOLLYPOP SYRUP</h2> + + +<p>One day as Little Jack Rabbit was hopping home to the Old Bramble Patch, +he came across something sweet. And what do you suppose it was? Why, a +big tin pail half full of lollypop juice, standing under a little spout +that was driven into a yellow lollypop tree.</p> + +<p>"My, but it tastes good," he said, holding his mouth under the spout to +let the sap drip onto his little red tongue. "I wish I had some +buckwheat cakes with me."</p> + +<p>But he didn't, so he took a little glass bottle out of his knapsack and +filled it with the sweet juice.</p> + +<p>But, oh dear me! Just then he heard a deep growl.</p> + +<p>"Oh dear and oh dear!" cried Little Jack Rabbit, giving a hop to one +side to hide behind an old stump.</p> + +<p>And then the deep growling voice said again, quick as a wink:</p> + +<p>"Who's stealing my lollypop sap?"</p> + +<p>"Nobody," answered the little rabbit, peeking out from behind the old +stump. And then, would you believe it, he hopped out all the way, for +there stood the Big Brown Bear.</p> + +<p>"I'll excuse you this time," said that friendly old bear with a grin. +"Come into my cave and see all the lollypops I've made from the sap of +the lollypop tree."</p> + +<p>Well, there certainly were lots and lots of little lollypops piled on +the shelves.</p> + +<p>"Do you make buckwheat cakes?" asked the little rabbit.</p> + +<p>"Every morning," answered the Big Brown Bear, "and I just drown 'em in +lollypop syrup!"</p> + +<p>The little rabbit smacked his lips.</p> + +<p>"If you'll spend the night, I'll give you buckwheat cakes for +breakfast," said the Big Brown Bear.</p> + +<p>And Little Jack Rabbit did, and ate so many cakes the next morning that +he couldn't button up his jacket until the afternoon, when he set out +once more for the Old Bramble Patch.</p> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<div class="figcenter"> +<a name="illus2" id="illus2"></a> +<img src="images/illus2.jpg" alt=""/> +</div> + +<h3>Little Jack Ate so Many Cakes That He Could Not Button His Jacket.</h3> +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> + +<p>Well, as he was hopping along, all of a sudden, just like that, he heard +some one singing:</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Little Jack Rabbit goes clippity, clop;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Little Bill Bunny goes lippity, lop;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Little Chip Chipmunk goes jumpity, jump,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Over the hollow, moss-covered stump."<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>"Why, hello, Chippy Chipmunk!" cried Little Jack Rabbit, sitting up on +his hind legs. "What are you doing out here? Is it time for you to come +out of your nice warm burrow?"</p> + +<p>"I guess so," answered the little chipmunk. "Old Mr. Groundhog says so, +and he ought to know."</p> + +<p>"Come over," said the little rabbit, taking the bottle of syrup out of +his pocket. "Do you want to taste something you'd suppose was lollypop +juice? Open your mouth and shut your eyes and I'll give you the sweetest +kind of surprise."</p> + +<p>But, oh dear me. Little Jack Rabbit dropped the cork by mistake in the +little chipmunk's mouth!</p> + +<p>(Did you ever try to get a cork out of a bottle after it had slipped +'way down inside? Well, then, just think what a time we'll have with +this little chipmunk.)</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="DR_HERON" id="DR_HERON"></a>DR. HERON</h2> + + +<p>"What was that?" asked the little chipmunk as he swallowed the cork. +But, goodness me, Little Jack Rabbit was too frightened to answer. He +let the glass bottle drop to the ground, smashing it all to smithereens.</p> + +<p>"The maple syrup was fine," went on Chippy Chipmunk, "but what was that +hard little lump I swallowed?"</p> + +<p>"Oh, please don't swell up and bust!" begged the little rabbit. "Mother +says if you swallow a cork it will swell and swell inside you until you +can't stand it any longer."</p> + +<p>"What's that?" asked the little chipmunk. "Did I swallow a cork?"</p> + +<p>"Yes, you did," sobbed Little Jack Rabbit. "And it's all my fault. I let +it drop into your mouth by mistake. Of course, you didn't see it. How +could you, with your eyes shut?"</p> + +<p>Chippy Chipmunk was now thoroughly frightened. "You've murdered me, +that's what you've done, Little Jack Rabbit. Oh, what shall I do?"</p> + +<p>Just then who should come along but Dr. Heron. He had very long legs and +a very long bill. All doctors have very long bills, otherwise it +wouldn't pay to be a doctor.</p> + +<p>"What's the trouble?" he asked, opening his little black bag. "Anybody +sick?"</p> + +<p>"I'm going to be," cried Chippy Chipmunk. "Oh, dear Dr. Heron, don't let +me die! Please don't!"</p> + +<p>"Stuff and nonsense! Don't talk like that!" said the big bird doctor. +"Put out your tongue."</p> + +<p>"Can you see the cork?" asked Little Jack Rabbit. The little chipmunk +was just going to ask the same question, but Dr. Heron had hold of his +tongue, so he couldn't.</p> + +<p>"See what?" asked the doctor. "What are you talking about?"</p> + +<p>"Chippy Chipmunk swallowed a cork," said Little Jack Rabbit. "And he'll +swell up and bust in just a few minutes. Oh, dear, oh, dear. And it's +all my fault."</p> + +<p>"Well, I do see something," said Dr. Heron, squinting down the little +chipmunk's throat. "My, but it's a long way down." And Dr. Heron looked +very serious, very serious indeed.</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Now sit still and don't you sneeze.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Open wider, if you please;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Maybe I can pull it out<br /></span> +<span class="i0">If you do not cry or pout."<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>Then he pushed down his long thin bill and pulled out the cork.</p> + +<p>"Oh joy!" cried Chippy Chipmunk as soon as Dr. Heron let go of his +tongue.</p> + +<p>"I usually charge ten little fishes for an operation like this, but, +seeing it's you, and I didn't have to come all the way over to your +house, I'll ask only five," said the kind bird doctor.</p> + +<p>When Little Jack Rabbit heard this he winked his tail and wagged his +nose at the chipmunk, and the first thing you know away they went, +leaving the doctor's bill unpaid, which wasn't a very nice thing to do. +No indeed.</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">When we are well the doctor's bill<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Is never even thought of, till<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Old Mr. Malady comes by<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With trembling hand and tearful eye.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">We always should be square and true,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And pay our bills when they are due.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Perhaps then Mr. Malady<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Will never bother you and me.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="THE_SONG_OF_PROMISE" id="THE_SONG_OF_PROMISE"></a>THE SONG OF PROMISE</h2> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Wintertime, you'll soon be going,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With your cold winds, blowing, blowing,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And your gray clouds snowing, snowing.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Soon the warm South Wind will sing,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And the Blue Bells sweetly ring,—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Then we'll know it's really Spring!<br /></span> +</div></div> + + +<p>Mr. Merry Sun was up bright and early, and from his blue sky shone down +with cheerful warmth. From his little room in the Old Bramble Patch +Little Jack Rabbit awoke with a sweet song ringing in his ear. What was +it? It sounded so sweet and clear that the little rabbit opened his +window to listen. There it came again, across the Sunny Meadow like a +song of promise. Somehow, it made the little rabbit happy, and jumping +out of bed, he ate his breakfast in a hurry and then hopped over to the +Old Rail Fence.</p> + +<p>"Tir-rell-loo, tir-rell-loo!" sounded the music of a bird.</p> + +<p>It was a beautiful whistle, clear as a silver bell, and the little +rabbit took a hop, skip and jump, for somehow he felt happier than he +had for a long, long time.</p> + +<p>At first he thought it might be Jimmy Jay who was whistling. But then, +he never whistled so sweetly as this. So the little rabbit hopped along, +over the dry sodden grass which all winter had been pressed down tight +by the heavy snow drifts, past the Big Chestnut Tree, where Chippy +Chipmunk used to gather nuts, until, by and by, not so very far, he saw +Blue Bird. Yes Sir. He saw the little Messenger of Spring. There he sat +on the top rail of the Old Rail Fence singing away as if his heart were +full of sunshine. And I guess it was, for how could he have sung so +sweetly if it hadn't been?</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Spring is here, Spring is here,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I'm the bearer of good cheer.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Listen to my tale of joy,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Little white furred Bunny Boy.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Soon Miss South Wind will be here,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And the violet will appear.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Pussy Willow by the brook<br /></span> +<span class="i0">You will find if you but look.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Tir-rell-loo! Tir-rell-loo.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I'm the little bird of blue!"<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>And as the little rabbit looked over the Sunny Meadow it seemed as if +under the warm rays of Mr. Merry Sun that the brown grass turned a +tender green and the trees began to murmur in the wind the half +forgotten song of summer.</p> + +<p>"Hurray, Hurrah!" cried the little rabbit, and he hopped away to the Old +Duck Pond to see if Granddaddy Bullfrog had come out of his hiding place +way down in the muddy bottom. But, No Sireemam. Old Granddaddy Bullfrog +wasn't going to catch his death of cold by coming out too soon, neither +was Teddy Turtle. They knew better, for the ice was still floating in +great pieces on the surface of the water and the old mill wheel hadn't +yet begun to turn around.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="SPRING_IS_HERE" id="SPRING_IS_HERE"></a>SPRING IS HERE</h2> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">When you first hear welcome news,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">You can hardly keep your shoes<br /></span> +<span class="i0">From running off with both your feet<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And telling every one you meet.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + +<p>This is just the way little Jack Rabbit felt on seeing Blue Bird, the +sweet-voiced Messenger of Spring. To know that Spring had come, after +the long hard Winter, made the little rabbit almost as happy as if it +were Xmas morning.</p> + +<p>"There comes Professor Jim Crow," exclaimed the little rabbit, looking +out from the Old Bramble Patch, and then over the Sunny Meadow fluttered +Redwing and Song Sparrow.</p> + +<p>"All the birds will soon be here," laughed the little bunny, hopping out +to the Sunny Meadow to look about him. Pretty soon he heard the merry +whistle of Mr. Meadow Lark.</p> + +<p>"Good-by, Little Jack Rabbit!" cried Snow Bunting. "I'm going farther +North. It will soon be too warm for me!"</p> + +<p>And then Mr. Meadow Lark whistled, "I'm here! I'm here!" And his yellow +breast shone in the sunlight as bright as a new Lincoln penny!</p> + +<p>After that the little rabbit hopped over to the Bubbling Brook, and, +would you believe it, the ice was gone and the sparkling water was +flowing swiftly onward to the deep blue sea!</p> + +<p>Oh, how fast the snow was melting. Only along the Old Rail Fence or in +the hollows were patches of dingy whiteness.</p> + +<p>Up at the Old Farm the feathered folk strutted about in the warm +sunshine. Even the Weathercock seemed more lively as he turned this way +and that in the gentle breeze.</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Spring is coming, Spring is here,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Soon the meadow will be clear<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of its snowy coat of white<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And the grass will sparkle bright<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With the dandelion and<br /></span> +<span class="i0">All the yellow cowslip band.<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>"I must tell all my friends that Spring is here," cried the little +rabbit. He just couldn't wait, you see, for them to find it out. He +thought he must be a little four-footed messenger boy bunny and spread +the glad tidings. So away he hopped, clippity, clip, lippity, lip, past +the Barnyard where Cocky Doodle was singing his cock-a-doodle-do song, +and Henny Penny was cackling over her new laid egg.</p> + +<p>Ducky Waddles, too, was happy as could be. In a few days he would be +swimming in the Old Duck Pond and standing on his head to gobble up the +little fish that came too near his great big yellow bill.</p> + +<p>"Good-by, I'm off to tell the glad news," and away went the little +rabbit. Pretty soon, not so very far, he saw at the edge of the Shady +Forest, on his favorite tree, Professor Jim Crow in his glistening suit +of black feathers.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="LITTLE_MESSENGER_BOY_BUNNY" id="LITTLE_MESSENGER_BOY_BUNNY"></a>LITTLE MESSENGER BOY BUNNY</h2> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The Gentle South Wind in the trees<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Is turning buds to tender leaves,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And down the crystal Bubbling Brook<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The Pussy Willows nod and look<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To see if o'er the meadow green<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The Dandelions can be seen.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Soon all the flowers will be here<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And Chilly Winter disappear.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + +<p>Little Jack Rabbit hopped up to the big hollow tree where Peter Possum +and Mrs. Possum had slept all winter with their little baby possums. +"Come out, come out! Spring is here!"</p> + +<p>"What's that?" asked Peter Possum, sleepily. "Who's calling?"</p> + +<p>"It's me!" laughed Little Jack Rabbit. "Mr. Merry Sun is bright and +warm, and the Pussy Willows are playing with the Cattails by the +Bubbling Brook." And away he hopped, for he couldn't wait another +minute, he was so anxious to spread the good news.</p> + +<p>Pretty soon he reached Woody Chuck's front door, and called through the +keyhole, "Spring is here! wake up, wake up!" Woody Chuck yawned and +stretched his legs, and pretty soon he opened the door, but the little +rabbit wasn't there. No siree. He was far away waking up Billy Badger. +And after that he hopped over to stir up Chippy Chipmunk and Billy Coon. +Dear me. That little rabbit was busy, let me tell you. He just couldn't +let anybody find out the good news for himself. He wanted to be the +spring's little messenger boy.</p> + +<p>All the while the Little Balmy Breezes had been dancing here and there, +ringing the blue bells, blowing on the little horn-shaped flowers and +whispering to the grasses and ferns.</p> + +<p>And Mr. Merry Sun! How he did smile up in his big blue sky.</p> + +<p>Mr. North Wind, on his whistling snow horses, had gone up to the North +Pole to tell Santa Claus that everybody had forgotten all about Xmas +Trees, and that Bobbie Redvest was building a nest in the old apple tree +behind the Big Red Barn.</p> + +<p>And, goodness me! I almost forgot to mention that the Weathercock had a +new suit of gold paint. Yes, sir! The Kind Farmer had climbed up on a +ladder with a little bottle of gold paint and a brush to make the +Weathercock as bright as a new gold dollar.</p> + +<p>Down at the Old Bramble Patch Mrs. Rabbit was housecleaning. The Old Red +Rooster had taken down the storm door and stored it away in the barn. He +had unwound the straw wrappers from the rose bushes and cleared away the +dry leaves from the cellar door. Yes, sir. He was as busy as could be, +for Mrs. Rabbit kept one eye on him all the time and he never even had a +chance to crow except at two o'clock in the morning.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="GRANDDADDY_BULLFROG" id="GRANDDADDY_BULLFROG"></a>GRANDDADDY BULLFROG</h2> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Now round and round the Mill Wheel turns,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But all the Winter through<br /></span> +<span class="i0">'Twas tightly bound with icy chains<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Till Mistress South Wind blew.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Then off it started one bright morn<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To grind the farmer's yellow corn.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + +<p>Granddaddy Bullfrog seated himself again on the old log to catch a fly +for breakfast. All through the cold weather he had slept in the soft mud +at the bottom of the Old Duck Pond, but now, that Mr. Merry Sun was +shining down so warm and bright from the big blue sky, the old gentleman +frog had kicked out his long legs and swam up to sit once more in his +accustomed place.</p> + +<p>But, goodness me! How thin he was. Why, his white waistcoat was all +wrinkled and his pantaloons bagged dreadfully. Yes, sir. They were much +too big for his long thin legs, and Granddaddy Bullfrog at once set to +work to catch a million flies so as to grow nice and fat and jolly by +the good old Summer time.</p> + +<p>Teddy Turtle, too, had come up from the soft mud. He knew it was time to +be about, for Gentle Spring has a way of telling all the little people +of the Shady Forest and the Sunny Meadow just when it's time to wake up +and get out in the warm sunshine.</p> + +<p>And while Granddaddy Bullfrog quietly caught a dozen flies and Teddy +Turtle crawled up on the bank, the little rabbit shouted:</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Helloa, helloa! There isn't much snow<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Anywhere to be seen, and the meadow is green.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Say, Granddaddy Frog, out there on your log,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Are you glad it is Spring, ting-a-ling, ting-a-ling!"<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>"There, you've gone and made me lose a fly," said the old gentleman +frog. "But, never mind! I'm glad to see you, little rabbit," and +Granddaddy Bullfrog went "Ker-dunk, ker-chunk," and wiped his spectacles +with a pink silk handkerchief.</p> + +<p>Just then from a little pool close to the Old Duck Pond came the sound +of voices. "What's that?" thought the little rabbit, and he hopped over +the marshy ground to look into the little pool. And what do you think he +saw? Why, a lot of dark spots on the water, each one singing a tune. +And, Oh dear me! The little bunny was so surprised that he leaned way +over the water, when, all of a sudden, the little dark spots disappeared +and all he could see were funny little forms swimming away under the +water.</p> + +<p>"Ha, ha!" laughed Granddaddy Bullfrog. "They are little singing toads. +Mr. Tree Toad's grandchildren!"</p> + +<p>The little rabbit was so surprised that he said nothing. Neither did +Granddaddy Bullfrog until the next story.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="RAT-A-TAT-TAT" id="RAT-A-TAT-TAT"></a>RAT-A-TAT-TAT</h2> + + +<p>"Well, well, well," thought the little rabbit, as he hopped away from +the Old Duck Pond, "Granddaddy Bullfrog is a wise old frog." And I guess +the little rabbit was right, for everybody doesn't know that those +little funny singing toads I told you about in the last story are called +Hylas, although everybody knows that some candies are! But it isn't +spelt the same way. Oh dear me, no! But I don't believe Granddaddy +Bullfrog knew that!</p> + +<p>And while the little rabbit was hopping along towards the Shady Forest, +he heard a noise like the beating of a drum. So he stopped to listen. +There it came again, rat-a-tat-tat! rat-a-tat-tat! Yes, sir. Those +sounds certainly came from the old orchard. So the little rabbit turned +and hopped along the Old Rail Fence until he came to an old apple tree +just behind the Big Red Barn where the Weathercock lived.</p> + +<p>Rat-a-tat-tat! rat-a-tat-tat! "Who can it be?" thought the little +rabbit, and he looked all around, and then, all of a sudden, he saw Red +Head, the Woodpecker, building a new home for himself in the old apple +tree.</p> + +<p>Chip, chop, chip, chop, back and forth went the woodpecker's sharp bill, +cutting out the chips from the old apple bough.</p> + +<p>My! but it was hard work. The Miller's Boy always grumbled when his +father told him to chop the wood, but Red Head kept right along, happy +as could be. You see, the little people of the wood don't grumble if +they have to work, and let me tell you in the Spring they have lots to +do. Every one is busy making his home. Some are digging holes in the +ground and some are making nests in the trees. But everybody is happy as +the day is long. And the birds sing as they work, for a song helps the +work along. Helps you do your very best, whether it's a hole or nest. +Sing away, and never fret, worry won't keep out the wet. Sing and work +until the sun tells you that the day is done.</p> + +<p>Oh, dear. There goes my typewriter making up poetry!</p> + +<p>Well, let me see where I was before my typewriter became a poet. Oh, +yes. Red Head, the Woodpecker, was chopping out a little home for +himself in the old apple tree, and Little Jack Rabbit had just +discovered who it was who was making that queer chip-chop noise.</p> + +<p>"Haven't got any time to talk," said the busy little woodpecker. "I must +get this house ready for Mrs. Red Head. She says she won't wait another +day," and he started to chop again, so the little rabbit hopped over to +the Sunny Meadow where Mrs. Cow was eating the fresh young grass. Every +now and then she would ring the bell on her collar, and then her little +calf would run up and ask her what she wanted. And Mrs. Cow would rub +her nose over the little calf's ear and whisper: "I only wanted to keep +you from going away too far."</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="BUSY_PEOPLE" id="BUSY_PEOPLE"></a>BUSY PEOPLE</h2> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The little Balmy Breezes shook<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The Pussy Willows by the brook<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Until they all began to mew,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Just like real pussy kittens do.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + +<p>And this made Mrs. Cow laugh, who, in the story before this, you +remember, had tinkled the little bell she carried on a leather collar +around her neck, to caution her little calf not to run too far away.</p> + +<p>Well, just then Little Jack Rabbit came along to tell Mrs. Cow what Red +Head, the Woodpecker, was doing up in the old orchard. "Yes, he's making +a nice little home for Mrs. Red Head," said the little rabbit "Everybody +is working but me. I'm just hopping around doing nothing," and he gave a +great big sigh and scratched his left ear with his right hind foot.</p> + +<p>"You're the first person I ever met who longed for work," laughed Mrs. +Cow. "Up at the farm the men are grumbling because they must get up with +Mr. Merry Sun and work all day!"</p> + +<p>Just then Jimmy Jay flew by in his beautiful blue coat and white +waistcoat. Now Jimmy Jay is a dreadful tease. He's the biggest tease in +all the Shady Forest. And when he saw the little bunny, he stopped to +ask a question.</p> + +<p>"Why don't you build a house for yourself on the Sunny Meadow?"</p> + +<p>"I don't need one," answered the little rabbit. "Old Bramble Patch, U. +S. A., is where I live."</p> + +<p>"But everybody is building a home," went on Jimmy Jay. "Why don't you +get to work?" and the mischievous little bird picked off a hard round +bud and threw it at the little rabbit. Then off he flew, singing at the +top of his voice:</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Some folks are so lazy<br /></span> +<span class="i0">They never do a thing,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But bother everybody<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Who's busy in the Spring."<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>"I wonder if he means me," thought the little rabbit. "Oh, dear me! I +wonder if he means me!" and this time the little rabbit spoke out loud, +for he felt so badly he just couldn't keep it to himself.</p> + +<p>"If he does he isn't telling the truth," said Bobbie Redvest.</p> + +<p>"He's a mischief maker," cried another voice, and there stood Timmy +Meadow Mouse. "Don't let him worry you, little rabbit." After that the +little bunny felt ever so much better, for what is nicer than to have +your friends stick up for you in this world, I should like to know, and +he hopped off home to help his mother, who was busy beating the carpets +and putting up the curtains in camphor for the Summer. And after he had +polished the front doorknob and fed the canary, she gave him five carrot +cents and told him he might go down to the Three-in-One Cent Store to +buy a raspberry lollypop.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="MOTHER_NATURE" id="MOTHER_NATURE"></a>MOTHER NATURE</h2> + + +<p>"Oh, I shall be so glad when the leaves are on the trees and bushes and +the Sunny Meadow is covered with grass," said Little Jack Rabbit, one +lovely morning. You see, in the dear old Summer time there are thousands +of hiding places, but in the Winter and early Spring everything is bare. +I'm sure I don't know how this little bunny, all winter, would have +escaped the eager eyes of Hungry Hawk, Mr. Wicked Weasel and Danny Fox, +if his fur overcoat hadn't been white—for, of course, you haven't +forgotten that his coat turns white in the Winter time, and that this is +one way that Loving Mother Nature looks after the welfare of her little +rabbit children. For when the snow is on the ground Little Jack Rabbit +in his white fur overcoat looks like a snow ball, and at the first sign +of danger he sits perfectly still, making it mighty hard for even Hungry +Hawk's bright eyes to see him.</p> + +<p>"Now, don't be wishing for something that's coming as surely as you're a +foot high," said Mrs. Rabbit. "And if you're wishing for something +you're not sure is going to happen, stop wishing and go out and get it," +and then she patted the little rabbit on the cheek and went back to her +ironing board.</p> + +<p>As soon as he had brought in the wood and polished the front doorknob, +he set off for the Shady Forest.</p> + +<p>And by and by, after maybe a mile, he saw Jimmy Crow on a tree top. And +what do you suppose that little crow was doing? Why, he was building a +nest for himself. Yes, sir, that's what he was about. And why shouldn't +he? For he wasn't such a very young crow now, when you come to think of +it. He was a year old, and when a crow gets to be a year old he knows +how to build a nest, let me tell you.</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"How long will it take you, I'd like to know,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To build your nest, Mr. Jimmy Crow?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">High up there in the tall pine tree,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Where the sun is warm and the wind is free,"<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>asked the little rabbit.</p> + +<p>"Don't bother me just now," answered Jimmy Crow. "Can't you see I'm in +an awful hurry?" and he laid some more sticks crosswise, and then he +flew away after more things to finish his nest with. So the little bunny +hopped away, and pretty soon he came to the cave where the Big Brown +Bear lived. And as it was a bright warm morning Mr. Bear was sitting +outside on his doorstep, sunning himself, for it had been a dreadfully +cold winter and Mr. Bear at one time had no coal at all, and his cave +got so cold that the water pipes froze and he couldn't take a bath for a +week. "How do you do this beautiful Spring morning," asked the little +rabbit.</p> + +<p>"I'll tell you in the next story," answered the Big Brown Bear. Now I +wonder how he knew there's no more room in this one!</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="THE_WHISTLING_STOVE" id="THE_WHISTLING_STOVE"></a>THE WHISTLING STOVE</h2> + + +<p>Well, as I explained to you in the last story, the Big Brown Bear would +have answered the little bunny, only there was no more room in the story +for him to say even "Howdy!" So we had to wait until we turned over the +page.</p> + +<p>"Yes, it's a beautiful Spring morning. But, do you know my fur overcoat +needs pressing and I'm afraid my cap's not at all in style."</p> + +<p>"Never mind," replied the little rabbit. "Down at the Three-in-One Cent +Store they have some lovely caps. Why don't you go buy yourself a new +spring style?"</p> + +<p>"I will," said the bear. "Come along with me."</p> + +<p>So off they started, and by and by, not so very far, they came to the +store, and right there in the window were lots and lots of nice looking +caps. Pretty soon Mr. Bear picked out one, the one he liked best, and +after he had paid for it, he and the little rabbit went outside. When, +all of a sudden, who should come by but a man with a little peanut +wagon. In one end was a stove that whistled the funniest kind of a song, +and if I'm not mistaken the words went something like this:</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Roasted peanuts, fresh and fine,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Here's a lovely way to dine,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Crisp and brown, and fresh and sweet,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Where are nicer things to eat?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Ting a ling, a ling, a loo,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Won't you come and buy a few?<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>"Don't they smell nice?" said the Big Brown Bear and he put his right +paw way down in his left coat pocket, but, oh dear me! The only thing he +found was a cigar coupon. And wasn't he disappointed? Well, I just guess +he was. So the little rabbit opened his knapsack and took out a handful +of carrot pennies and bought two bags of peanuts. Pretty soon after the +Big Brown Bear had eaten his, he said:</p> + +<p>"Well, I must be going back to my cave," and away he went, so the little +rabbit looked around to see what he would do next. But there wasn't +anything to do for all he could see, so away he hopped and by and by he +came to a big billboard on which was pasted a colored poster of a May +Day party of little bunnies, and underneath the words:</p> + +<p>"Enquire at Rabbitville Gazette."</p> + +<p>Without waiting to read the other side of the billboard, he hopped down +Turnip Street till he came to the Newspaper Office, when he hopped +upstairs to see the advertising man—a little Field Mouse. But, oh dear +me, the tickets were a dollar apiece, so Little Jack Rabbit said: "I'll +give a May Day Party of my own!"</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="MESSENGER_BOYS" id="MESSENGER_BOYS"></a>MESSENGER BOYS</h2> + + +<p>The little Balmy Breezes were very busy. Indeed they were. They were +busier than messenger boys, for Little Jack Rabbit had asked them to +tell all his friends in the Shady Forest and the Sunny Meadow to come to +his May party.</p> + +<p>So the little Balmy Breezes had plenty to do, for the little rabbit had +lots and lots of friends, let me tell you.</p> + +<p>Well, no sooner had the little Balmy Breezes started off than they came +to Granddaddy Bullfrog on his log in the Old Duck Pond.</p> + +<p>"You are invited to Little Jack Rabbit's May party."</p> + +<p>"All right, ker dunk, I'll come, ker plunk!" croaked the old gentleman +frog, and he swallowed a big green fly that came too near, and then he +closed his left eye and waited for another, for that hungry old bullfrog +could eat more than twenty flies for breakfast.</p> + +<p>And then, pretty soon the little Balmy Breezes came to the Tall Pine +Tree where Professor Jim Crow had his nest.</p> + +<p>"Oh, I'll come," he said, "never fear. And I'll bring my little black +book with me, too, and read some verses to the guests," and then that +old black crow put on his spectacles and opened his book, but the little +breezes didn't wait, for they had no time just then to hear anything.</p> + +<p>"There goes Squirrel Nutcracker! Come to Little Jack Rabbit's May Day +Party," they cried before the old squirrel could run up to the top of +the chestnut tree.</p> + +<p>"Oh, I'll be there, don't worry," he said. "And I'll bring the Squirrel +Brothers and Mrs. Nutcracker with me."</p> + +<p>"Thank you," said the little Balmy Breezes, and off they went until they +came to Chippy Chipmunk's house. He was in, and he promised to come. +Then off went the little breezes again and by and by they came to the +Forest Pond where Busy Beaver and Mr. Muskrat lived.</p> + +<p>"Won't you come to Little Jack Rabbit's May Day Party?" asked the little +Balmy Breezes, and of course the beaver and the muskrat answered yes.</p> + +<p>Well, the next place the little breezes came to was the Old Farm Yard.</p> + +<p>"Little Jack Rabbit wants you all to come to his May Party," they +whispered, for Black Cat was standing in the kitchen doorway, and they +didn't want him to come, you see, for fear he might spoil the fun.</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"I'll come," cried Henny Penny,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"And I'll bring my sister Jenny."<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"I'll come," said Timmy Turkey,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And he looked quite fierce and perky.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And Mrs. Cow said she'd come too,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And so did Cocky Doodle-do.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And Ducky Waddles also said,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"I'll come if I'm not sick in bed."<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="A_RUDE_INTERRUPTION" id="A_RUDE_INTERRUPTION"></a>A RUDE INTERRUPTION</h2> + + +<p>Now you remember in the last story how the Little Balmy Breezes were +asking everybody in the Shady Forest and on the Sunny Meadows to come to +Little Jack Rabbit's May Day Party. Well, there were one or two, and +maybe three, who weren't invited. And if you haven't guessed by this +time, I'll tell you. Old Danny Fox was one, and Mr. Wicked Weasel was +two, and, let me see, who was number three? Why, yes, of course, Old +Hungry Hawk. Nobody wanted these three robbers, so they weren't invited, +but that isn't saying they didn't come. But you must wait and let me +tell you the story, for I nearly said something I should have kept for +the last.</p> + +<p>Well, it was almost the middle of the day by the time the Little Balmy +Breezes had told everybody about the May Day Party. You see, they had to +go here and there and everywhere. And the Old Brown Horse lived a long +way off, and so did the Yellow Dog Tramp and the Billy Goat, who ran the +ferryboat over the river.</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Heigh ho, come to my party,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Let us be merry, my little Jack Hearty.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Blow on the whistle and make the bells ring,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For it's Spring, lovely Spring.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Ting-a-ling, ting-a-ling.<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>Well, pretty soon Mrs. Cow came across the Sunny Meadow with her little +bell tinkling at her neck, and after her came Cocky Doodle and Henny +Penny side by side. Then Ducky Waddles on his big, flat, yellow feet, +and Turkey Tim with his big, wide-spreading tail, and right behind them +came Goosey Lucy. I almost forgot her, for she was so long in curling +her hair that the others started off without her.</p> + +<p>And then from the Shady Forest came the Squirrel Brothers and Chippy +Chipmunk and Professor Jim Crow, with his little black book, and the Jay +Bird in his flying machine, and, oh, dear me. So many more I haven't +room to tell.</p> + +<p>"Wait for me! Wait for me!" cried a voice, and over the Old Rail Fence +jumped the Brown Horse, and after him came the Yellow Dog Tramp and the +Billy Goat Ferryman.</p> + +<p>And when they were all there, the Photographer Crane from Rabbitville +got ready to take a picture. He set up his camera and put his head under +the black cloth, and after he had turned a little brass knob, he said in +a solemn voice:</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Don't you move and don't you smile,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Hold your breath a little while.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Keep your eyes just where they are,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Twinkle, twinkle, little star."<br /></span> +</div></div> + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<div class="figcenter"> +<a name="illus3" id="illus3"></a> +<img src="images/illus3.jpg" alt=""/> +</div> + +<h3>Photographer Crane Got Ready to Take the Picture.</h3> +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> + +<p>But, good gracious me! Just then something dreadful happened. And it +just spoiled that lovely picture, for through the fence jumped Danny Fox +and Mr. Wicked Weasel, and there was nobody left on the Sunny Meadow +except the Crane Photographer. And maybe he won't be there on the next +page.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="PHOTOGRAPHER_CRANE" id="PHOTOGRAPHER_CRANE"></a>PHOTOGRAPHER CRANE</h2> + + +<p>Now, wasn't it too bad that Danny Fox and Mr. Wicked Weasel broke up the +May Party! You remember they were all having their pictures taken by the +Crane Photographer, who had just pushed his head under the big black +cloth and was telling them all to look pleasant and not to giggle, when +that dreadful fox and that cruel weasel jumped through the Old Rail +Fence.</p> + +<p>Well, of course, the Crane Photographer at first didn't know why +everybody was running away, but when he pulled his head out from under +the big black cloth, he knew. Oh, my, yes! When he saw Danny Fox and Mr. +Wicked Weasel he didn't have to ask a single question.</p> + +<p>"Now you can take our pictures," they said, "and if you don't we'll eat +you up!"</p> + +<p>So the poor Crane Photographer stuck his head under the cloth, but, oh, +dear me! He was so frightened that his great long legs knocked together +and spoiled the picture.</p> + +<p>"Look here, Mr. Crane," growled Danny Fox, "you take a good picture or +you'll never take another," and that wicked old fox grinned and showed +all his long white teeth.</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Oh, please don't bite me, Danny Fox.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I'll make a picture with my box,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And have it framed in plush and gold,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">So let me live till I am old."<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>"All right," answered the two bad robbers, Danny Fox and Mr. Wicked +Weasel, and as soon as the poor crane had taken their pictures, he +folded up his camera and started back for Rabbitville.</p> + +<p>"When will those pictures be finished?" asked Mr. Wicked Weasel, and he +crept up behind that poor frightened crane and tickled his bare knee.</p> + +<p>"Just as soon as I can get them done," he answered, and he tripped over +a stone and almost dropped his camera box.</p> + +<p>Well, after that Danny Fox went back to his den on the hillside and Mr. +Wicked Weasel went home, but, of course, the May party was all over. +Nobody wanted to come back that day.</p> + +<p>"Oh, dear me," said Little Jack Rabbit, "I wish the Miller's Boy would +shoot Danny Fox and Mr. Wicked Weasel."</p> + +<p>"Don't say such things," said Mrs. Rabbit. "You must keep your ears and +eyes open, and be ever on the lookout for these two bad robbers. But you +mustn't wish that somebody will kill them," and the good lady rabbit +bustled about and pretty soon she took out of the oven some nice hot +cookies and gave two or three, and maybe four to the little rabbit, and +after that the little canary bird in her cage began to sing:</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"I'm safe from every harm,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">In my golden house.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Black Cat cannot catch me<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Like a little mouse."<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="DR_QUACK" id="DR_QUACK"></a>DR. QUACK</h2> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Yes, Bobbie Redvest sang to me<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Just now a little song,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Which, if you'll wait, I will relate<br /></span> +<span class="i2">For it's not very long.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">He told me that the apple tree<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Is pink and white with flowers,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And that the bees are buzzing there<br /></span> +<span class="i2">All through the sunny hours.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + +<p>And, do you know, I don't think there's anything so lovely as an apple +tree in bloom. For when I was a little boy I loved to lie on the grass +and look up into the tree where the blossoms, pink and white, made it +seem just like a big nosegay of flowers.</p> + +<p>"Tell me, little Robin," I said, "are you never worried about anything?" +And the little red-breasted bird said no. "I'm as happy as the day is +long," and then he flew off to the orchard to sing to Mrs. Robin.</p> + +<p>So I closed the window and went outside to see what Granddaddy Bullfrog +was doing, for I had just heard him go "honk, honk, honk!" like an auto +horn.</p> + +<p>Well, sure enough, there was the old gentleman frog, and who do you +suppose was after him? You'd never guess, so I might as well tell you +right away.</p> + +<p>Why, it was Dr. Quack, the wise old duck doctor. He was on his way to +see Little Jack Rabbit, who had the whooping cough, and of course his +mother, the dear old lady rabbit, was dreadfully worried.</p> + +<p>Well, pretty soon Dr. Quack stopped at the Old Bramble Patch, and with +his little black bag, went inside to see the little sick bunny boy.</p> + +<p>And of course Mrs. Rabbit was dreadfully upset. She couldn't think of +anything but her little bunny boy, and the tea kettle had burned a great +hole in its bottom and she couldn't make a cup of tea for the doctor, +although he was very fond of carrot coffee.</p> + +<p>"Let me see your tongue," said Dr. Quack. So the little rabbit put out +his tongue, and then the wise duck doctor took out some little pills and +three little white powders and told Mrs. Rabbit to give them to her +little bunny every other minute and even oftener if he kept on coughing.</p> + +<p>And then Dr. Quack said good-by and went over to the old barnyard to see +Henny Penny, who had the chickenpox.</p> + +<p>Well, after swallowing two powders and three and a half pills the little +rabbit felt perfectly well. Wasn't that wonderful medicine the old duck +doctor gave him? Well, I just guess it was, and if you ever get the +whooping cough you call him up on the telephone, "Oh, oh, oh. Come +quick, Duckville!" and he'll cure you in less than five hundred short +minutes.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="BY_THE_BUBBLING_BROOK" id="BY_THE_BUBBLING_BROOK"></a>BY THE BUBBLING BROOK</h2> + + +<p>Up at the Old Farm Yard there was a great bustle. Yes sireebus. And the +reason was that Henny Penny had a brood of fluffy little chickens. Cocky +Doodle hardly knew what to make of them. You see, he was so used to big +chickens that when he came to look at these fluffy balls of yellow down +he didn't know what to do. So he just stood on his tiptoes and crowed, +"Cock-a-doodle-do!" and the big farmer thought he was singing because he +was a proud father. But that wasn't the reason at all.</p> + +<p>"Come, my dears," said Henny Penny to her little chicks, "let us take a +walk in the Sunny Meadow." So all the little chickens followed after her +and by and by they came to the Bubbling Brook where swarms of flies +darted over the water. And every time a fly came anywhere near Henny +Penny she snapped him up and divided him among the brood.</p> + +<p>Well, pretty soon along came Little Jack Rabbit with his knapsack on his +shoulder and his striped candy cane in his right paw. For it was a +lovely day in May and the little rabbit was as happy as two sticks and +maybe three or four.</p> + +<p>Just then Teddy Turtle crawled by, with his little shell house on his +back, and although it was the first of May, Teddy Turtle wasn't going to +move out of his house. No sireebus. But his house was moving with him. +But that's another matter, you see.</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Wherever I go my house goes, too,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And I never pay any rent.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">My little shell house goes ever with me,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">No matter how far I am sent."<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>"Ha, ha," laughed the little rabbit, "you're a lucky fellow." And then +Henny Penny clucked to her little brood and said, "Look at Teddy Turtle +with his house on his back. Isn't he lucky?"</p> + +<p>After a while Mrs. Cow with her tinkling bell came by, singing a song:</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Oh, the grass is nice and green,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And in the Bubbling Brook<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I see a very nice kind face<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Most every time I look."<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>And then she rang her little bell over and over again, just to make a +noise, I guess, and after that the little rabbit hopped down to the Old +Duck Pond to talk to Granddaddy Bullfrog.</p> + +<p>Now Granddaddy Bullfrog was a wise old gentleman frog. He knew lots and +lots of things, but like a good many wise people he never said much. He +was usually too busy catching flies.</p> + +<p>But when he saw the little rabbit he took off his yellow rimmed +spectacles and said:</p> + +<p>"How are you this lovely spring day, little rabbit?" and then he +swallowed a fly that came too near, and after that he blinked his eyes +and then he closed them to fool some other foolish fly who might happen +along.</p> + +<p>But of course he didn't close them tight shut, for then he wouldn't be +able to see anything, you know. And after that the little rabbit said, +"I'm very well, thank you, Granddaddy Bullfrog.</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"I manage to keep very well<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And hop up with the rising bell.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">My appetite is very keen<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Because I never eat between<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"My meals; and that's the reason why<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I can digest green apple pie,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And ice cream cones and lollypops<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And Tootsie Wootsie chocolate drops.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Now, if <i>you're</i> hungry, hurry on—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But don't make a mistake—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">You'll find a bag of peanuts on<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Page number 88!"<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="HAPPY_DAYS" id="HAPPY_DAYS"></a>HAPPY DAYS</h2> + + +<p>Well, you remember in the last story little Jack Rabbit was making a +call on Granddaddy Bullfrog at the Old Duck Pond. And I guess the little +rabbit might have stayed until half-past thirteen o'clock if, all of a +sudden, Old Sic'em, the farmer's dog, hadn't come along. Now, of course, +Old Sic'em was too old to run very fast, but just the same the little +bunny wasn't going to give him a chance to catch him, so off he went, +clippity clip, hippity hip, and by and by he came to the Shady Forest, +where all the little four-footed folk and the feathered people were busy +making homes for the Summer.</p> + +<p>Old Squirrel Nutcracker sat outside his doorstep while Mrs. Nutcracker +hung out the rugs and beat the sofa cushions. And Chippy Chipmunk +chattered on the top of the Old Rail Fence at Bobbie Redvest, who had +flown over from the Orchard to stretch his wings.</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Tra la la, tra la la!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Where's the little Twinkle Star?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Mr. Merry Sun's on high<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In the meadows of the sky,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And the dandelions wink<br /></span> +<span class="i0">All along the river's brink."<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>You see, Bobbie Redvest loved to sing all sorts of songs, and that's why +all the little people of the Shady Forest loved him so. For we all love +to hear a song if it's not too slow and long.</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Cock-a-doodle-doodle-do,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Clouds are white and skies are blue,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And the little bugs and flies<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Are a dinner that we prize,"<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>sang Cocky Doodle, for he wasn't going to have Bobbie Redvest be the +only one who could sing a song, let me tell you.</p> + +<p>And just then Old Professor Jim Crow flew by with his little Black Book +under his wing, and as soon as he saw the little bunny, he perched +himself on a stump and turned to page forty-three:</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"When you're young it's time to learn,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">When you're older you must earn."<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>And the Old Gentleman Crow took off his spectacles and said: "Do you +hear that?" and then he cawed three times and a half and put his +spectacles back into the case and closed his little Black Book.</p> + +<p>"Yes, sir," answered the little rabbit. "Every day I learn something. +Only this morning I found out that my last Summer's straw hat won't do +for this Summer," and then he hopped away as fast as he could for he +knew that Professor Crow would think it was very ex-trav-a-gant not to +wear last year's hat, no matter how shabby it was.</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Clean your last year's panama,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Wear your last year's suit,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Don't replace a single thing<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Except a worn-out boot."<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>Now who do you suppose sang that little verse? You'll never guess, so +I'll tell you right away. Grandmother Magpie!</p> + +<p>"I'm sorry I can't wait," said the little rabbit, and off he hopped for +the Old Bramble Patch to ask his mother if she were going to clean her +last year's panama bonnet.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="THE_HOUSE_IN_THE_WOOD" id="THE_HOUSE_IN_THE_WOOD"></a>THE HOUSE IN THE WOOD</h2> + + +<p>"I wonder where I'm going to stay to-night," said Little Jack Rabbit to +himself one late afternoon, after traveling all day with his knapsack on +his back and his striped candy cane in his right paw, and just then he +came in sight of a little wooden house. So he stopped and tapped on the +door, rat-a-tat-tat, very softly, you know. And when the door opened a +little monkey dressed in a red cap and a green coat said, "What do you +want?"</p> + +<p>"I beg your pardon," answered the little rabbit, "but, you see, it's +getting late and I'm looking for a place to sleep."</p> + +<p>"Well, come right in," said the little monkey, and after Little Jack +Rabbit had hung his knapsack and striped candy cane on the hatrack in +the hall he followed the monkey into the sitting room.</p> + +<p>Well, after a little while he told the monkey all about the Old Bramble +Patch and Danny Fox and Mr. Wicked Weasel, and lots of other things, +too, which I haven't room in this story to mention. And when he had +finished the monkey said he had once belonged to a man who owned a hand +organ and went about the country playing music for pennies, and +sometimes for nothing.</p> + +<p>"But that was long ago," said the little monkey, "for one day my master +beat me so cruelly that I ran away to the wood, and by and by I built +this little house, where I have lived ever since." Just then a knock +came at the door and who do you suppose was outside? Why, the Yellow Dog +Tramp, the little rabbit's friend, you remember.</p> + +<p>"Come in," said the monkey, for the Yellow Dog Tramp had stopped at his +house lots of times, you know.</p> + +<p>"Goodness me," said the Yellow Dog Tramp, after he had hung up his old +tattered hat in the hall. "I was nearly arrested to-day by a policeman +cat. They don't allow tramping any more. Everybody must work, so I +stopped in to see if you didn't want a handy man about the place." And +this made the little monkey laugh like everything, and pretty soon the +Yellow Dog Tramp got dreadfully sulky. He dropped his ears and hung his +tail, and then he began to whine,</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Now just because I've been a tramp<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Through sunshine and through fog,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">You needn't laugh, nor joke and chaff<br /></span> +<span class="i2">'Cause now I want a job;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For Uncle Sam says to each man,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">'Now that the war is over,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Each do your part with willing heart,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And we shall be in clover!'"<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>"That's the way," shouted Little Jack Rabbit, and on the next page you +shall hear what happened after that.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="THE_YELLOW_DOG_TRAMP" id="THE_YELLOW_DOG_TRAMP"></a>THE YELLOW DOG TRAMP</h2> + + +<p>Well, after the monkey learned that the Yellow Dog Tramp wanted to go to +work to help Uncle Sam and Aunt Columbia, as I mentioned in the story +before this, he said:</p> + +<p>"You can whitewash the back fence if you want to. It may take you a week +or it may take you a month, for I don't know how fast you can work."</p> + +<p>"Well, I'll start right in," said the Yellow Dog Tramp bravely, and he +stood up on his hind legs and wagged his tail.</p> + +<p>"You'd better wait until to-morrow morning," said the monkey. "It's too +late now, and you couldn't see in the dark."</p> + +<p>"I should think one could whitewash in the dark," said the tramp dog. +"But just as you say," and he went over to the kitchen stove and lay +down on the little rag rug and went sound asleep, for he was very tired, +because he had tramped all day long.</p> + +<p>"Let him sleep," said the little monkey in a whisper. "He looks tired +out." And after that the monkey got the supper ready and when everything +was nice and hot and on the table the Yellow Dog Tramp opened his eyes +and yawned and pretty soon he was wide awake enough to sit down to eat.</p> + +<p>Well, by and by it was time to go to bed, so they all went to sleep, and +just about midnight a big owl looked in through the window and saw by +the light of the silvery moon Little Jack Rabbit and the monkey sound +asleep on the bed.</p> + +<p>"Ha, ha," said the big owl to himself, "I must get that little bunny." +So he perched himself on the roof and pondered how to get inside the +little house.</p> + +<p>Well, by and by, after he had flown around and peeked through all the +windows, he looked down the chimney. And then he carefully stepped over +the edge and, spreading out his wings, jumped right down to the bottom.</p> + +<p>But, goodness me. When he rolled from the hearth into the sitting room +he looked just like a crow, he was so covered with soot, and it would +have taken the Gold Dust Twins twenty-three days and one night to clean +him.</p> + +<p>"What's that noise?" barked the Yellow Dog Tramp, and he ran in from the +kitchen and looked all around. At first he didn't see the owl, for he +was so black with soot, you know. But what that Yellow Dog Tramp said +when he did see that bad Owl I'll tell you in the next story, unless,</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The Gold Dust Twins with a scrubbing brush<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Should scour that old Sooty Owl,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">All through the night until he was bright<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And clean as a snow-white fowl.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="PRICKLY_THORNS" id="PRICKLY_THORNS"></a>PRICKLY THORNS</h2> + + +<p>"What kind of a blackbird are you?" asked the Yellow Dog Tramp when he +saw the bad owl who had flown down the chimney of the little monkey's +house, as I mentioned in the last story.</p> + +<p>"I'm not any kind of a blackbird—I'm an owl," answered this dreadful +old bird, and he shook himself till the soot flew all over the room, and +some of it got in the Yellow Dog Tramp's eyes and made him blink. And of +course all this noise woke up the little monkey and Little Jack Rabbit, +who were sleeping upstairs, you remember.</p> + +<p>"I wonder what's going on," whispered the little monkey, and he leaned +over the banisters. And just then the Yellow Dog Tramp said, "Well, you +get out of here!" and he took hold of that sooty old tooty owl and threw +him, tail first, out of the door. And then he threw a milk bottle after +him.</p> + +<p>When the little rabbit and the little monkey heard what had happened, +they were very grateful to the Yellow Dog Tramp, and told him he could +sleep all next day in the sun instead of whitewashing the back fence.</p> + +<p>Well, after a while, after breakfast, you know, the little bunny set off +again on his travels, and by and by, not so very far, he came to a place +where so many wild roses grew that it looked like a lovely garden.</p> + +<p>"Now here is a nice place to rest," he thought, and he sat down and +opened his knapsack and took out a lollypop and was just going to bite +off the lemon top, when somebody took it right out of his paw.</p> + +<p>"Ha, ha, ho, ho," laughed a trumpety kind of a voice, and when the +little bunny looked around he saw his old friend the Circus Elephant +with a bouquet of roses in his long trunk. "Here's your lollypop," said +the elephant, and he dropped the bunch of roses, for he only meant to +tease the little rabbit for a minute, you know.</p> + +<p>And then he came over and sat down. But, oh dear me. He jumped up in an +awful hurry, for he had sat on the bunch of roses.</p> + +<p>"Oh, dear and oh dear again," he cried, "why do lovely roses have +thorns?" and he wiped a tear from his eye with the end of his ear, and +then he sang this song:</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Oh, why should roses red have thorns<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And pears have prickly prickles,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And Mr. Dill his glass jars fill<br /></span> +<span class="i2">With sour little pickles?"<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>And after that my typewriter says you must wait a little while to hear +what happened next, because</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The Circus Elephant took so long<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To finish this beautiful pickle song,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The clock struck twelve before he was through,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The Old Red Rooster woke up and blew<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Twice six times on his big tin horn,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And nearly deafened the ears of corn.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="BAGS_OF_PEANUTS" id="BAGS_OF_PEANUTS"></a>BAGS OF PEANUTS</h2> + + +<p>Well, as soon as the Circus Elephant had finished the song in the last +story he took a silk handkerchief out of his trunk and wiped his eyes, +and then he said: "Do you suppose, if I kneel down you can hop up on my +back?"</p> + +<p>"I'll try," answered the little rabbit. So the big circus animal +squatted down on the ground, till with a hop, skip and jump the clever +little bunny landed right in the middle of his back.</p> + +<p>"Now hold on tight," said Elly, for that was the Circus Elephant's name, +and off he went and by and by he came to a place where there were many +peanut vines.</p> + +<p>"Well, this is lucky," said the elephant. "We can take them to Chippy +Chipmunk. I'll dig the vines and you can pick out the peanuts and fill +your knapsack." So the elephant started in, and in less than thirteen +minutes he had plowed up the whole field of peanuts. And in less than +thirteen seconds the little rabbit had his knapsack full, but then he +didn't know what to do with all the rest of the peanuts.</p> + +<p>And while he was looking around to find a bag or a box, who should come +by but the old dog with his stage coach and team of billy-goats.</p> + +<p>"Plenty of peanuts," said the old dog driver, jumping down from his high +seat and walking over to the Old Rail Fence. Then he put his old pipe +back in his mouth and puffed out a cloud of smoke.</p> + +<p>"Load up your stage coach," said the Circus Elephant, "and we'll take +them to Chippy Chipmunk!"</p> + +<p>"All right," answered the old dog, and he went back and brought over +fourteen empty mail bags, and when they were brim full he put them back +in the stagecoach, and then the elephant and Billy Bunny got on top, and +away went the Billy Goat team.</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Over the hills and through the dells<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Till the peanuts rattled inside of their shells.<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>And by and by, pretty soon, not very long, they came to the old Chestnut +Tree, where the little chipmunk lived. "Now you keep these peanuts till +the circus comes," said Little Jack Rabbit. "Then all the little people +in the Shady Forest can have all they want. Maybe by that time I can get +lollypopade from the Big Brown Bear!"</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The Big Brown Bear made Lollypopade<br /></span> +<span class="i0">From the fruit of the Lollypop Tree in the glade.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Sometimes it was yellow, and often bright pink,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But never the color of purple green ink.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Perhaps some fine day when out walking with me<br /></span> +<span class="i0">We may happen to come to this Lollypop Tree.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In that case, my dear little friends, no excuse<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Shall keep us from tasting this Lollypop juice.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="THE_MUSICAL_ALARM_CLOCK" id="THE_MUSICAL_ALARM_CLOCK"></a>THE MUSICAL ALARM CLOCK</h2> + + +<p>Chippy Chipmunk sat on the Old Rail Fence, his little eyes shining like +bright glass beads, looking over toward the Old Bramble Patch.</p> + +<p>Chippy Chipmunk felt very fine this particular morning. Mr. Merry Sun +shone down on the little chipmunk's back with its beautiful smooth +shining stripes of reddish brown and black, over which his little tail +was thrown like a ruffle.</p> + +<p>"Helloa, helloa!" he shouted, for I guess the Little Jack Rabbit had +overslept himself that morning. "Helloa, Helloa!"</p> + +<p>"Here I am," answered the little bunny, hopping up to the Old Rail +Fence. "What do you want?"</p> + +<p>"Oh, nothing in particular," answered Chippy Chipmunk. "Only I was +wondering why you weren't around, that's all."</p> + +<p>"I guess I'm late. You see, my Alarm Clock didn't wake up either," and +the little rabbit laughed. And just then they heard it ring, "Cling, +cling, cling, cling cling!" And then it began to sing:</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"The dew is shining on the grass<br /></span> +<span class="i0">'Tis time to be awake.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The Morning Glory on her vine,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The Lily on the lake,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Have lifted up a dewy head,—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">So hurry, tumble out of bed."<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>"Come on, Chippy Chipmunk," said the little rabbit when the Alarm Clock +stopped singing, "Let's go for a walk up the Shady Forest Trail." So off +they started together and after a while, not so very far, they came to +the tree where Squirrel Nutcracker lived with his family. But Old Squire +Nutcracker wasn't at home, and neither was Mrs. Nutcracker, and of +course the two Squirrel Brothers were away. So the little rabbit and the +little chipmunk went along until they came to the Forest Pond in the +middle of which on a little island stood the big chestnut tree where Old +Barney Owl had his home.</p> + +<p>"He sleeps all day," laughed the little bunny, "so he's at home!"</p> + +<p>"But how are we to get over to the island?" asked Chippy Chipmunk. But +the little rabbit didn't answer. He was too busy pushing a log into the +water.</p> + +<p>"Get aboard," he said to the little chipmunk, and then with a shove he +hopped on and pretty soon they reached the island, when they hopped off +and up to the big chestnut tree to knock on Old Barney Owl's front door.</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Oh, Mr. Owl, pray do not scowl<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Because we've called on you.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">It's just a surprise, so open your eyes.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Please, Mr. Barney, do."<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>Now of course Little Jack Rabbit and Chippy Chipmunk knew that Old +Barney Owl couldn't see in the daytime, otherwise they wouldn't have +called on him. For Mr. Barney Owl loved to eat little rabbits and +chipmunks.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="MORE_ADVENTURES" id="MORE_ADVENTURES"></a>MORE ADVENTURES</h2> + + +<p>Now when Old Barney Owl heard Little Jack Rabbit and Chippy Chipmunk +knock on his front door, he winked and blinked. But he didn't open it, +for the light hurt his eyes, you know, and all day long he kept the +shades pulled down.</p> + +<p>"Who are you and what do you want?" he asked in a sleepy voice.</p> + +<p>"It's me and Little Jack Rabbit," answered the little chipmunk.</p> + +<p>"Come 'round this evening," replied the wise old owl.</p> + +<p>"No, thank you," laughed Little Jack Rabbit. "We don't make calls in the +evening," and he and the little chipmunk hurried away for they thought, +maybe or perhaps, Old Barney Owl might open the front door and catch +them.</p> + +<p>"He, he," said Chippy Chipmunk, "he asked us to call this evening, did +he? Not if my name is Chipendale Chipmunk!"</p> + +<p>Well, after they had called on Mrs. Water Rat, who lived nearby in a +lovely garden of water lilies, they hopped on board the log and after a +shove, away it went over the water to the other bank, where these two +little four-footed sailors hopped off and then, all of a sudden, just +like that, a voice said:</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Don't you go another inch<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Or your noses I will pinch."<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>"Who said that?" inquired the frightened little rabbit.</p> + +<p>"Who are you?" asked trembling Chippy Chipmunk.</p> + +<p>And then Teddy Turtle crawled out from behind some bulrushes and began +to laugh. And the little rabbit and the little chipmunk would have been +frightened if it hadn't been Teddy Turtle, let me tell you, for some +turtles are dreadful snappers, you know.</p> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<div class="figcenter"> +<a name="illus4" id="illus4"></a> +<img src="images/illus4.jpg" alt=""/> +</div> + +<h3>Little Jack and Chippy Chipmunk Meet Teddy Turtle.</h3> +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> + +<p>"Oh, it's you, is it?" and the little rabbit told Teddy Turtle all about +the little snail at the seashore who carries his shell house around with +him. "Yes, he takes his little house with him just the way you do."</p> + +<p>"I'm going to take a swim, so good-by!" answered Teddy Turtle, crawling +over to the water, and in he went with a loud splash that frightened two +little minnows almost to death.</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Oh, the little minnows swim<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Where the water's cool and dim,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">'Neath the weeping willow branches<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Making shadows here and there.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Where the gnats and little flies<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Are making nice mud pies,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And Mrs. Muskrat combs her silky hair.<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>"Come on, let's be going. There's always something to see. Why, here +comes the Little Balmy Breezes across the Sunny Meadow," cried the +little rabbit, but the little chipmunk ran off to the Shady Forest.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="AT_THE_FARM" id="AT_THE_FARM"></a>AT THE FARM</h2> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Across the Sunny Meadow grass<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The little breezes love to pass,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">They tickle all the cattails till<br /></span> +<span class="i0">They almost fall into the rill.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And every now and then they tell<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Old Mrs. Cow to ring her bell.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + +<p>Now before I go on with this story I'll explain right away that the +"rill" is the Bubbling Brook, and the only reason I used "rill" is +because it rhymes with "till."</p> + +<p>"Ha, ha," laughed Little Jack Rabbit, as Mrs. Cow shook her head till +the bell on her collar made so much noise that her little calf came +running toward her, "I heard what the little breezes said." And then +Mrs. Cow gave a long "Moo!" which meant something I'm sure, for after +that the little rabbit hopped away and by and by he came to the Barnyard +where Cocky Doodle every morning sang his cock-a-doodle-do song to wake +up Mr. Merry Sun, who goes to sleep in the West and gets up every +morning in the East. I wonder how he does it, don't you? I guess you and +I would feel very funny if some morning after having gone to sleep in +our own bed we should wake up in another!</p> + +<p>"Helloa," said Henny Penny, as the little rabbit hopped through the Old +Rail Fence. "Where have you been all this time?"</p> + +<p>"Oh, lots of places," he replied. "Chippy Chipmunk and I have been +sight-seeing, and the Old Red Rooster has sprained his left leg and the +Old Brown Horse has a new collar, and Grandmother Magpie has gone away +to visit in Birdville, U. S. A."</p> + +<p>Just then Ducky Waddles came waddling by, after a swim in the Old Duck +Pond, where Granddaddy Bullfrog lived.</p> + +<p>"I saw Teddy Turtle a minute ago," said the little duck; "he's very +proud because Mrs. Turtle has just laid some eggs in a hole in the +ground and covered them with dirt. He says pretty soon they'll hatch +into little turtles!"</p> + +<p>"Ha, ha," laughed the little rabbit, "don't tell that to Peter Possum; +he just loves turtle eggs." So Ducky Waddles promised he wouldn't, and +after that the little rabbit hopped away, although the Weathercock on +the Old Red Barn had asked him to stay a little longer.</p> + +<p>"No, I can't," replied the little bunny. "I'm afraid Old Sic'em might +chase me." But even if that old dog had, the little rabbit could have +slipped away, for Old Sic'em had the rheumatism and could hardly run.</p> + +<p>Well, after a while, not so very long, the little rabbit saw Professor +Jim Crow.</p> + +<p>"Wait a minute," said the good professor, "I want to read you +something." So the old gentleman crow turned to page 23 of his little +Black Book, after putting on his spectacles, of course, for he couldn't +see to read without them, and then he cleared his throat and said, "Caw, +caw," two or four times, and looked at the little rabbit, but what he +read out of his little Black Book I'll tell you in the next story.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="DANNY_FOX" id="DANNY_FOX"></a>DANNY FOX</h2> + + +<p>Well, since the old crow has opened his little Black Book in the story +before this, I'll tell you now what he read on page 23:</p> + +<p>"Little brown rabbits have all the same habits."</p> + +<p>"Ha, ha," laughed the little bunny, "you're a very wise bird, Professor +Crow!" and he hopped away until he came to the wooded hill where Danny +Fox had his den.</p> + +<p>Now it was a long time since the little rabbit had seen the old robber +fox and he was a bit curious to learn what was the trouble, for trouble +there must have been, otherwise Danny Fox would have been around to +steal a chicken now and then from the Old Barnyard.</p> + +<p>So the little rabbit hopped along very carefully and by and by he came +to a big tree quite close to the pile of rocks under which the fox +family had their den, Danny Fox and Mrs. Fox, Bushy Tail and Slyboots, +their two little sons.</p> + +<p>"I don't see anyone around," said the little rabbit to himself, and he +hopped over to another tree and peeped out.</p> + +<p>And then, Oh, my! how his heart went pitter-pat, for right in front of +him, not forty hops away, sat Danny Fox on a three legged stool smoking +a corncob pipe.</p> + +<p>"Oh, dear!" thought the little rabbit, "I didn't mean to get so close!" +But when he saw that Danny Fox's left foot was bandaged up in a piece of +white cloth with a big red cross stamped on it, he knew the old robber +couldn't run very well, and maybe not at all. So he called out, "Helloa, +Danny Fox! What's the matter with your foot?"</p> + +<p>"Don't bother me," grumbled the old robber fox, not even looking around. +Maybe he didn't want to see a nice fat little rabbit when he couldn't +catch him for supper.</p> + +<p>Just then Peter Possum shouted from his tree house:</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Old man robber, Danny Fox,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Caught his foot in a steel trap box."<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>"Keep quiet, will you," snapped Danny Fox, angrily.</p> + +<p>"Ho, ho, ha, ha," laughed the little rabbit. "So you got caught for all +your slyness?" which made the old fox so angry that he jumped up and ran +at him on three legs.</p> + +<p>"Who's laughing now?" cried Danny Fox, as the little rabbit hopped away +and Peter Possum climbed a tree. "You're very brave when you're out of +danger," and the old robber limped back to his stool and lifted up his +wounded foot. And while he was doing this, Grandmother Magpie came by, +and as she was always poking into other people's business, she asked +what was the matter. "If I told you," snapped Danny Fox, "everybody in +the Shady Forest and the Sunny Meadow would know it in a few minutes, +you old tattle tale!"</p> + +<p>"Gracious me!" exclaimed the mischievous old blackbird, "you're in a +disagreeable mood to-day," and away she flew after Little Jack Rabbit, +but before she caught up to him, he hopped into the Old Bramble Patch +for the night.</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Wind the clock, it's time for bed;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Dreams are waiting, Sleepy Head.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Through the window bright and far<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Shines the silver Twinkle Star.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Oh, how soft the pillow lies!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Cuddle down, dear Sleepy Eyes,<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Underneath the counterpane,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Till the robin in the lane<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Sings his morning roundelay,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And it's time again for play.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="CHIPPY_CHIPMUNKS_STORE" id="CHIPPY_CHIPMUNKS_STORE"></a>CHIPPY CHIPMUNK'S STORE</h2> + + +<p>Chippy Chipmunk stood outside his store waiting for Little Jack Rabbit +to come along. He had promised, if the little bunny would call after +business hours, to help him get a little store of his own.</p> + +<p>Mr. Chippy Chipmunk looked very nice and well-to-do in his clean striped +jacket as he sat on the wooden bench just under the big sign. Pretty +soon he stood up to look at it again. He had done this very same thing +at least ten times that day, he was so proud of it.</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">CHIPPY CHIPMUNK<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">ALL KINDS OF NUTS<br /></span> +<span class="i0">WHOLESALE & RETAIL<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>"A mighty nice sign!" he said aloud, as he sat down again on the wooden +bench. All of a sudden the thumperty-thump of little feet made him look +up.</p> + +<p>"Good evening," said Chippy Chipmunk.</p> + +<p>"I was afraid I'd be late," answered Little Jack Rabbit. "You see, I had +to wait until mother got home."</p> + +<p>"Come over and sit down," said Chippy Chipmunk.</p> + +<p>"Wait till I read the sign over again," answered the little bunny. +"Wouldn't I be proud if I had a little store! I don't know what I'd +sell, but that doesn't make so much difference—it's having your own +name over the door that makes you feel like a millionaire."</p> + +<p>"Come in and see the nuts," said the little chipmunk, after a while.</p> + +<p>A long hollow log, carefully split in two, made a very nice counter. +Indeed, it served also for a showcase, for in the hollow the nuts were +arranged in separate piles.</p> + +<p>"I made all the tags myself," said Chippy Chipmunk proudly, pointing to +small squares of cardboard on which were printed:—CHESTNUTS—HICKORY +NUTS—WALNUTS—BEECH NUTS.</p> + +<p>"Are these your scales?" asked Little Jack Rabbit admiringly.</p> + +<p>"Yes, I sell by the pound. Then nobody gets cheated," answered the +little chipmunk, cracking a nut with his sharp teeth. "You ought to have +a store at the edge of the Old Bramble Patch, with a sign painted in red +and green letters:</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"JACK RABBIT<br /></span> +<span class="i0">CABBAGES & TURNIPS"<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>"Do you think I know enough about vegetables?" asked the little rabbit +anxiously.</p> + +<p>"Just as much as I do about nuts," replied Chippy Chipmunk.</p> + +<p>But, oh, dear me! If they had known what was going to happen I guess +they never would have talked so long about the nut and vegetable +business.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="NAUGHTY_FEATHERHEAD" id="NAUGHTY_FEATHERHEAD"></a>NAUGHTY FEATHERHEAD</h2> + + +<p>Yes, Sir! If Little Jack Rabbit and Chippy Chipmunk had known what was +going on outside the store I guess they never would have talked so long +about the nut and vegetable business. For, oh, dear me! as the little +rabbit shook paws good-night and looked up once more to admire the sign +above the door, it wasn't there. No—nothing was there but the bare +boards. With mouth and eyes wide open he stood staring at the spot where +the sign had hung only a few minutes before.</p> + +<p>"What's the—?" Chippy Chipmunk didn't finish. After he had looked up +there wasn't any use in asking Little Jack Rabbit what was the matter. +The answer was right before him. Poor Chippy Chipmunk!</p> + +<p>"Who could have taken my sign?" he asked at last in a trembling voice. +But, of course, the little rabbit didn't know.</p> + +<p>"Who could have taken the sign?" Chippy Chipmunk repeated mechanically. +Then he looked up again as if expecting the sign to shine forth in the +old familiar way:</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">CHIPPY CHIPMUNK<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">ALL KINDS OF NUTS<br /></span> +<span class="i0">WHOLESALE & RETAIL<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>They hadn't heard Featherhead, the naughty son of Squirrel Nutcracker, +take down the sign. Very softly, one at a time, he had loosened the +screws and then carried it off and thrown it in a deep hole.</p> + +<p>It was certainly a very mean thing to do, but then, you must remember, +Featherhead was not a nice sort of a squirrel.</p> + +<p>Just then, who should come by but Featherhead himself.</p> + +<p>"What's the matter?" he asked, just as though he didn't know. Wasn't +that deceitful of him?</p> + +<p>Little Jack Rabbit didn't answer. Somehow he didn't quite like the +little squirrel's tone of voice—it didn't ring true. And when +Featherhead turned his back, showing a long streak of white paint across +his shoulder, the little rabbit didn't wait a minute, but, quicker than +a wink, caught the frightened squirrel and shook him till his teeth +rattled.</p> + +<p>"What did you do with Chippy Chipmunk's sign?"</p> + +<p>"I—I threw it in a deep hole near the Tall Pine Tree," mumbled +Featherhead, now thoroughly frightened.</p> + +<p>"You come with us and get it," screamed Chippy Chipmunk, mad as a dozen +hornets; and they marched the naughty squirrel over to the Tall Pine +Tree.</p> + +<p>When the sign was once more over the door Chippy Chipmunk said to his +little rabbit friend:</p> + +<p>"You got my sign back for me. To-morrow I'll help you build your store."</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="LITTLE_JACK_RABBITS_STORE" id="LITTLE_JACK_RABBITS_STORE"></a>LITTLE JACK RABBIT'S STORE</h2> + + +<p>In a few days Little Jack Rabbit's store was finished, and all the +Little People of the Shady Forest and Sunny Meadow were coming to the +grand opening. It stood just at the edge of the Old Bramble Patch, on +the corner of the Shady Forest Trail and the Old Cow Path.</p> + +<p>A nicely painted post had been set in the ground, on which was fastened +a sign printed in large letters:</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"JACK RABBIT<br /></span> +<span class="i0">CABBAGES & TURNIPS"<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>In the doorway, between barrels of cabbages and turnips, stood Little +Jack Rabbit, a smile on his face and a clean white apron over his little +khaki trousers. His kind mother had made two of these nice aprons so +that he would always have one to wear while the other was in the wash.</p> + +<p>You may be sure he felt very proud as he stood, bowing and smiling to +his friends who had come to wish him success in his new business.</p> + +<p>"Too young to run a store," snapped Grandmother Magpie.</p> + +<p>"If he's as honest with his scales as he is truthful with his words," +answered Granddaddy Bullfrog, looking at her through his yellow-rimmed +spectacles, "all his friends will buy here."</p> + +<p>Mrs. Rabbit was tickled to death to think that her son at such an early +age had started in business all by himself. It meant to her that he +would become a multi-millionaire in a few years!</p> + +<p>Chippy Chipmunk had left his store in charge of his brother so as to be +on hand, and Featherhead stood at a little distance, enviously watching +the friendly greetings.</p> + +<p>Everybody was there, even Old Parson Owl, winking and blinking, from a +shady spot in the forest, nodded pleasantly and wished the little rabbit +good luck.</p> + +<p>Suddenly a sharp bark came down the Shady Forest Trail, and the next +instant Old Sic'em and the Farmer's Boy jumped over the Old Rail Fence.</p> + +<p>Into the Old Bramble Patch went Little Jack Rabbit and his mother, while +the Forest Folk either ran off or flew away.</p> + +<p>"What's this?" cried the Farmer's Boy, kicking over the cabbages and +turnips that the poor little rabbit had so carefully placed in front of +the store.</p> + +<p>Down fell the sign from the nicely painted post. Crack! it went under +the heel of the Farmer Boy's shoe.</p> + +<p>"Why didn't you catch 'em, Sic'em?" he asked crossly. Then he turned +away and went whistling down the path.</p> + +<p>"I don't feel much like whistling," said Little Jack Rabbit, "my store +has all gone to smithereens!"</p> + +<p>But Mrs. Rabbit didn't say anything. I think she was even more +disappointed than her little bunny boy.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="BILLY_BREEZE" id="BILLY_BREEZE"></a>BILLY BREEZE</h2> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Billy Breeze, Billy Breeze!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Come and help me, if you please.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">If you'll only shake the tree,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">There'll be lots of nuts for me."<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>This is what Chippy Chipmunk sang one morning when he found there were +no more nuts on the ground.</p> + +<p>Of course, he had a lot already stored away, but he didn't want to use +them now. No, indeed; not until the cold weather came. Pretty soon he +commenced to sing again:</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Billy Breeze, Billy Breeze!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Come and help me, if you please.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Shake the nuts from off the tree;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Do this favor, please, for me."<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>Now everybody in the Shady Forest liked Chippy Chipmunk. In the first +place, he was such a good little worker. Then, too, he minded his own +business and was never cross. So as soon as Billy Breeze heard him call, +he blew in from the Sunny Meadow and shook the tree. Down came the nuts, +pitter, patter, all over the ground, and one hit the little chipmunk +right on the head.</p> + +<p>"Ouch!" he cried.</p> + +<p>"Whew! Did it hurt?" whistled Billy Breeze.</p> + +<p>"Well, I should say so," answered Chippy Chipmunk. "Wait till I hide +before you shake again."</p> + +<p>Then Billy Breeze gave the big tree another shake. Pitter, patter, +pitter, patter! went the nuts on the dry leaves.</p> + +<p>"I guess that's enough," said Billy Breeze. "I must go now!"</p> + +<p>"What for?" asked the little chipmunk.</p> + +<p>"To turn the Weathercock."</p> + +<p>And off went Billy Breeze across the Sunny Meadow, to the Old Farm Yard. +The Weathercock on the Big Red Barn saw him coming and whirled around on +his gilded toe. And Henny Penny at once set to work to prune and oil her +feathers. She rubbed her bill over the little oil sack hidden among the +feathers on her back and said to Cocky Doodle:</p> + +<p>"It's going to rain, for Mr. Weathercock is pointing to the East."</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="PITTER_PATTER" id="PITTER_PATTER"></a>PITTER, PATTER</h2> + + +<p>As soon as Billy Breeze had turned the Weathercock on the Big Red Barn, +he hurried away to get the rain-clouds. He didn't even wait to say howdy +to Ducky Waddles, although he knew the little duck would be glad to know +where he was going. But Billy Breeze didn't have time. No, sir. He had +to get those rain-clouds in a hurry. It hadn't rained for so long that +the roads were inches deep with dust, the Bubbling Brook was almost dry, +and the Old Duck Pond was so low that the Mill Wheel couldn't turn. The +Miller couldn't grind his corn, and the Miller's Boy had so much spare +time to tease Granddaddy Bullfrog that the poor old gentleman frog was +nearly worried to death.</p> + +<p>"Hurry up and get those rain-clouds," shouted Granddaddy Bullfrog as +Billy Breeze hurried across the Old Duck Pond.</p> + +<p>"I wish we'd have some rain," said the "rusty, dusty" Miller, coming to +the door of the Old Mill. It almost seemed as if he were speaking to +Billy Breeze.</p> + +<p>"You'll get rain pretty soon," he answered, but I guess the Miller +didn't hear him, for he turned around and went inside.</p> + +<p>By and by the rain-clouds came tumbling across the sky, as Billy Breeze +pushed them headlong over one another. Mr. Merry Sun saw them coming, +and hurried over to the west. But it wasn't any use. Billy Breeze drove +them on so fast that in a little while Mr. Merry Sun was shut in +altogether. The bright blue sky grew gray and the leaves began to +whisper:</p> + +<p>"It's going to rain! It's going to rain!"</p> + +<p>And the grass rippled in the Sunny Meadow and murmured:</p> + +<p>"It's going to rain! It's going to rain!"</p> + +<p>Everybody seemed glad except, perhaps, Mr. Merry Sun. But I don't +believe he minded it. He must have known that rain is just as needful as +sunshine.</p> + +<p>Pitter, patter, pitter, patter! Yes, the raindrops were falling. Chippy +Chipmunk scurried into his little house and Granddaddy Bullfrog chuckled +as he crawled under a sheltering leaf.</p> + +<p>Little Jack Rabbit hopped swiftly over to the Old Bramble Patch and the +Farmer's Boy turned up his collar and ran out of the Shady Forest where +he had been gathering nuts.</p> + +<p>"You're a good little boy to get home in time," said Mrs. Rabbit as her +little bunny popped into the kitchen door, and the little canary bird +began to sing:</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Pitter, patter, goes the rain,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Making music on the pane.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Draw the shades and light the lamp—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Never mind the evening damp.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Wind the clock, make fast the latch<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of the dear Old Bramble Patch."<br /></span> +</div></div> + + +<h3>THE END</h3> + +<div class="figcenter"> +<img src="images/end1.jpg" alt=""/> +</div> + + +<div class="figcenter"> +<img src="images/end2.jpg" alt=""/> +</div> + + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="LITTLE_JACK_RABBIT_BOOKS" id="LITTLE_JACK_RABBIT_BOOKS"></a>LITTLE JACK RABBIT BOOKS</h2> + +<h4>(Trademark Registered)</h4> + +<h3>By DAVID CORY</h3> + +<h4>Author of LITTLE JOURNEYS TO HAPPYLAND</h4> + + +<p>A new and unique series about the furred and feathered little people of +the wood and meadow.</p> + +<p>Children will eagerly follow the doings of little Jack Rabbit, who, +every morning as soon as he has polished the front door knob and fed the +canary, sets out from his little house in the bramble patch to meet his +friends in the Shady Forest and Sunny Meadow. And the clever way he +escapes from his three enemies, Danny Fox, Mr. Wicked Weasel and Hungry +Hawk will delight the youngsters.</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">LITTLE JACK RABBIT'S ADVENTURES<br /></span> +<span class="i0">LITTLE JACK RABBIT AND DANNY FOX<br /></span> +<span class="i0">LITTLE JACK RABBIT AND THE SQUIRREL BROTHERS<br /></span> +<span class="i0">LITTLE JACK RABBIT AND CHIPPY CHIPMUNK<br /></span> +<span class="i0">LITTLE JACK RABBIT AND THE BIG BROWN BEAR<br /></span> +<span class="i0">LITTLE JACK RABBIT AND UNCLE JOHN HARE<br /></span> +<span class="i0">LITTLE JACK RABBIT AND PROFESSOR CROW<br /></span> +<span class="i0">LITTLE JACK RABBIT AND OLD MAN WEASEL<br /></span> +<span class="i0">LITTLE JACK RABBIT AND MR. 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S. Barbour + +New York +Grosset & Dunlap +Publishers + +Made in the United States of America + +Copyright, 1921, by +Grosset & Dunlap + + + +[Illustration: Chippy Chipmunk Shows Little Jack Rabbit His Stock of +Nuts.] + + + + +CONTENTS + + +LOLLYPOP SYRUP + +DR. HERON + +THE SONG OF PROMISE + +SPRING IS HERE + +LITTLE MESSENGER BOY BUNNY + +GRANDDADDY BULLFROG + +RAT-A-TAT-TAT + +BUSY PEOPLE + +MOTHER NATURE + +THE WHISTLING STOVE + +MESSENGER BOYS + +A RUDE INTERRUPTION + +PHOTOGRAPHER CRANE + +DR. QUACK + +BY THE BUBBLING BROOK + +HAPPY DAYS + +THE HOUSE IN THE WOOD + +THE YELLOW DOG TRAMP + +PRICKLY THORNS + +BAGS OF PEANUTS + +THE MUSICAL ALARM CLOCK + +MORE ADVENTURES + +AT THE FARM + +DANNY FOX + +CHIPPY CHIPMUNK'S STORE + +NAUGHTY FEATHERHEAD + +LITTLE JACK RABBIT'S STORE + +BILLY BREEZE + +PITTER, PATTER + + + + +LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS + + +CHIPPY CHIPMUNK SHOWS LITTLE JACK RABBIT HIS STOCK OF NUTS. + +LITTLE JACK ATE SO MANY CAKES THAT HE COULD NOT BUTTON HIS JACKET. + +PHOTOGRAPHER CRANE GOT READY TO TAKE THE PICTURE. + +LITTLE JACK AND CHIPPY CHIPMUNK MEET TEDDY TURTLE. + + + + +LITTLE JACK RABBIT AND CHIPPY CHIPMUNK + + + + +LOLLYPOP SYRUP + + +One day as Little Jack Rabbit was hopping home to the Old Bramble Patch, +he came across something sweet. And what do you suppose it was? Why, a +big tin pail half full of lollypop juice, standing under a little spout +that was driven into a yellow lollypop tree. + +"My, but it tastes good," he said, holding his mouth under the spout to +let the sap drip onto his little red tongue. "I wish I had some +buckwheat cakes with me." + +But he didn't, so he took a little glass bottle out of his knapsack and +filled it with the sweet juice. + +But, oh dear me! Just then he heard a deep growl. + +"Oh dear and oh dear!" cried Little Jack Rabbit, giving a hop to one +side to hide behind an old stump. + +And then the deep growling voice said again, quick as a wink: + +"Who's stealing my lollypop sap?" + +"Nobody," answered the little rabbit, peeking out from behind the old +stump. And then, would you believe it, he hopped out all the way, for +there stood the Big Brown Bear. + +"I'll excuse you this time," said that friendly old bear with a grin. +"Come into my cave and see all the lollypops I've made from the sap of +the lollypop tree." + +Well, there certainly were lots and lots of little lollypops piled on +the shelves. + +"Do you make buckwheat cakes?" asked the little rabbit. + +"Every morning," answered the Big Brown Bear, "and I just drown 'em in +lollypop syrup!" + +The little rabbit smacked his lips. + +"If you'll spend the night, I'll give you buckwheat cakes for +breakfast," said the Big Brown Bear. + +And Little Jack Rabbit did, and ate so many cakes the next morning that +he couldn't button up his jacket until the afternoon, when he set out +once more for the Old Bramble Patch. + +[Illustration: Little Jack Ate so Many Cakes That He Could Not Button +His Jacket.] + +Well, as he was hopping along, all of a sudden, just like that, he heard +some one singing: + + "Little Jack Rabbit goes clippity, clop; + Little Bill Bunny goes lippity, lop; + Little Chip Chipmunk goes jumpity, jump, + Over the hollow, moss-covered stump." + +"Why, hello, Chippy Chipmunk!" cried Little Jack Rabbit, sitting up on +his hind legs. "What are you doing out here? Is it time for you to come +out of your nice warm burrow?" + +"I guess so," answered the little chipmunk. "Old Mr. Groundhog says so, +and he ought to know." + +"Come over," said the little rabbit, taking the bottle of syrup out of +his pocket. "Do you want to taste something you'd suppose was lollypop +juice? Open your mouth and shut your eyes and I'll give you the sweetest +kind of surprise." + +But, oh dear me. Little Jack Rabbit dropped the cork by mistake in the +little chipmunk's mouth! + +(Did you ever try to get a cork out of a bottle after it had slipped +'way down inside? Well, then, just think what a time we'll have with +this little chipmunk.) + + + + +DR. HERON + + +"What was that?" asked the little chipmunk as he swallowed the cork. +But, goodness me, Little Jack Rabbit was too frightened to answer. He +let the glass bottle drop to the ground, smashing it all to smithereens. + +"The maple syrup was fine," went on Chippy Chipmunk, "but what was that +hard little lump I swallowed?" + +"Oh, please don't swell up and bust!" begged the little rabbit. "Mother +says if you swallow a cork it will swell and swell inside you until you +can't stand it any longer." + +"What's that?" asked the little chipmunk. "Did I swallow a cork?" + +"Yes, you did," sobbed Little Jack Rabbit. "And it's all my fault. I let +it drop into your mouth by mistake. Of course, you didn't see it. How +could you, with your eyes shut?" + +Chippy Chipmunk was now thoroughly frightened. "You've murdered me, +that's what you've done, Little Jack Rabbit. Oh, what shall I do?" + +Just then who should come along but Dr. Heron. He had very long legs and +a very long bill. All doctors have very long bills, otherwise it +wouldn't pay to be a doctor. + +"What's the trouble?" he asked, opening his little black bag. "Anybody +sick?" + +"I'm going to be," cried Chippy Chipmunk. "Oh, dear Dr. Heron, don't let +me die! Please don't!" + +"Stuff and nonsense! Don't talk like that!" said the big bird doctor. +"Put out your tongue." + +"Can you see the cork?" asked Little Jack Rabbit. The little chipmunk +was just going to ask the same question, but Dr. Heron had hold of his +tongue, so he couldn't. + +"See what?" asked the doctor. "What are you talking about?" + +"Chippy Chipmunk swallowed a cork," said Little Jack Rabbit. "And he'll +swell up and bust in just a few minutes. Oh, dear, oh, dear. And it's +all my fault." + +"Well, I do see something," said Dr. Heron, squinting down the little +chipmunk's throat. "My, but it's a long way down." And Dr. Heron looked +very serious, very serious indeed. + + "Now sit still and don't you sneeze. + Open wider, if you please; + Maybe I can pull it out + If you do not cry or pout." + +Then he pushed down his long thin bill and pulled out the cork. + +"Oh joy!" cried Chippy Chipmunk as soon as Dr. Heron let go of his +tongue. + +"I usually charge ten little fishes for an operation like this, but, +seeing it's you, and I didn't have to come all the way over to your +house, I'll ask only five," said the kind bird doctor. + +When Little Jack Rabbit heard this he winked his tail and wagged his +nose at the chipmunk, and the first thing you know away they went, +leaving the doctor's bill unpaid, which wasn't a very nice thing to do. +No indeed. + + When we are well the doctor's bill + Is never even thought of, till + Old Mr. Malady comes by + With trembling hand and tearful eye. + + We always should be square and true, + And pay our bills when they are due. + Perhaps then Mr. Malady + Will never bother you and me. + + + + +THE SONG OF PROMISE + + + Wintertime, you'll soon be going, + With your cold winds, blowing, blowing, + And your gray clouds snowing, snowing. + + Soon the warm South Wind will sing, + And the Blue Bells sweetly ring,-- + Then we'll know it's really Spring! + +Mr. Merry Sun was up bright and early, and from his blue sky shone down +with cheerful warmth. From his little room in the Old Bramble Patch +Little Jack Rabbit awoke with a sweet song ringing in his ear. What was +it? It sounded so sweet and clear that the little rabbit opened his +window to listen. There it came again, across the Sunny Meadow like a +song of promise. Somehow, it made the little rabbit happy, and jumping +out of bed, he ate his breakfast in a hurry and then hopped over to the +Old Rail Fence. + +"Tir-rell-loo, tir-rell-loo!" sounded the music of a bird. + +It was a beautiful whistle, clear as a silver bell, and the little +rabbit took a hop, skip and jump, for somehow he felt happier than he +had for a long, long time. + +At first he thought it might be Jimmy Jay who was whistling. But then, +he never whistled so sweetly as this. So the little rabbit hopped along, +over the dry sodden grass which all winter had been pressed down tight +by the heavy snow drifts, past the Big Chestnut Tree, where Chippy +Chipmunk used to gather nuts, until, by and by, not so very far, he saw +Blue Bird. Yes Sir. He saw the little Messenger of Spring. There he sat +on the top rail of the Old Rail Fence singing away as if his heart were +full of sunshine. And I guess it was, for how could he have sung so +sweetly if it hadn't been? + + "Spring is here, Spring is here, + I'm the bearer of good cheer. + + Listen to my tale of joy, + Little white furred Bunny Boy. + + Soon Miss South Wind will be here, + And the violet will appear. + + Pussy Willow by the brook + You will find if you but look. + + Tir-rell-loo! Tir-rell-loo. + I'm the little bird of blue!" + +And as the little rabbit looked over the Sunny Meadow it seemed as if +under the warm rays of Mr. Merry Sun that the brown grass turned a +tender green and the trees began to murmur in the wind the half +forgotten song of summer. + +"Hurray, Hurrah!" cried the little rabbit, and he hopped away to the Old +Duck Pond to see if Granddaddy Bullfrog had come out of his hiding place +way down in the muddy bottom. But, No Sireemam. Old Granddaddy Bullfrog +wasn't going to catch his death of cold by coming out too soon, neither +was Teddy Turtle. They knew better, for the ice was still floating in +great pieces on the surface of the water and the old mill wheel hadn't +yet begun to turn around. + + + + +SPRING IS HERE + + + When you first hear welcome news, + You can hardly keep your shoes + From running off with both your feet + And telling every one you meet. + +This is just the way little Jack Rabbit felt on seeing Blue Bird, the +sweet-voiced Messenger of Spring. To know that Spring had come, after +the long hard Winter, made the little rabbit almost as happy as if it +were Xmas morning. + +"There comes Professor Jim Crow," exclaimed the little rabbit, looking +out from the Old Bramble Patch, and then over the Sunny Meadow fluttered +Redwing and Song Sparrow. + +"All the birds will soon be here," laughed the little bunny, hopping out +to the Sunny Meadow to look about him. Pretty soon he heard the merry +whistle of Mr. Meadow Lark. + +"Good-by, Little Jack Rabbit!" cried Snow Bunting. "I'm going farther +North. It will soon be too warm for me!" + +And then Mr. Meadow Lark whistled, "I'm here! I'm here!" And his yellow +breast shone in the sunlight as bright as a new Lincoln penny! + +After that the little rabbit hopped over to the Bubbling Brook, and, +would you believe it, the ice was gone and the sparkling water was +flowing swiftly onward to the deep blue sea! + +Oh, how fast the snow was melting. Only along the Old Rail Fence or in +the hollows were patches of dingy whiteness. + +Up at the Old Farm the feathered folk strutted about in the warm +sunshine. Even the Weathercock seemed more lively as he turned this way +and that in the gentle breeze. + + "Spring is coming, Spring is here, + Soon the meadow will be clear + Of its snowy coat of white + And the grass will sparkle bright + With the dandelion and + All the yellow cowslip band. + +"I must tell all my friends that Spring is here," cried the little +rabbit. He just couldn't wait, you see, for them to find it out. He +thought he must be a little four-footed messenger boy bunny and spread +the glad tidings. So away he hopped, clippity, clip, lippity, lip, past +the Barnyard where Cocky Doodle was singing his cock-a-doodle-do song, +and Henny Penny was cackling over her new laid egg. + +Ducky Waddles, too, was happy as could be. In a few days he would be +swimming in the Old Duck Pond and standing on his head to gobble up the +little fish that came too near his great big yellow bill. + +"Good-by, I'm off to tell the glad news," and away went the little +rabbit. Pretty soon, not so very far, he saw at the edge of the Shady +Forest, on his favorite tree, Professor Jim Crow in his glistening suit +of black feathers. + + + + +LITTLE MESSENGER BOY BUNNY + + + The Gentle South Wind in the trees + Is turning buds to tender leaves, + And down the crystal Bubbling Brook + The Pussy Willows nod and look + To see if o'er the meadow green + The Dandelions can be seen. + Soon all the flowers will be here + And Chilly Winter disappear. + +Little Jack Rabbit hopped up to the big hollow tree where Peter Possum +and Mrs. Possum had slept all winter with their little baby possums. +"Come out, come out! Spring is here!" + +"What's that?" asked Peter Possum, sleepily. "Who's calling?" + +"It's me!" laughed Little Jack Rabbit. "Mr. Merry Sun is bright and +warm, and the Pussy Willows are playing with the Cattails by the +Bubbling Brook." And away he hopped, for he couldn't wait another +minute, he was so anxious to spread the good news. + +Pretty soon he reached Woody Chuck's front door, and called through the +keyhole, "Spring is here! wake up, wake up!" Woody Chuck yawned and +stretched his legs, and pretty soon he opened the door, but the little +rabbit wasn't there. No siree. He was far away waking up Billy Badger. +And after that he hopped over to stir up Chippy Chipmunk and Billy Coon. +Dear me. That little rabbit was busy, let me tell you. He just couldn't +let anybody find out the good news for himself. He wanted to be the +spring's little messenger boy. + +All the while the Little Balmy Breezes had been dancing here and there, +ringing the blue bells, blowing on the little horn-shaped flowers and +whispering to the grasses and ferns. + +And Mr. Merry Sun! How he did smile up in his big blue sky. + +Mr. North Wind, on his whistling snow horses, had gone up to the North +Pole to tell Santa Claus that everybody had forgotten all about Xmas +Trees, and that Bobbie Redvest was building a nest in the old apple tree +behind the Big Red Barn. + +And, goodness me! I almost forgot to mention that the Weathercock had a +new suit of gold paint. Yes, sir! The Kind Farmer had climbed up on a +ladder with a little bottle of gold paint and a brush to make the +Weathercock as bright as a new gold dollar. + +Down at the Old Bramble Patch Mrs. Rabbit was housecleaning. The Old Red +Rooster had taken down the storm door and stored it away in the barn. He +had unwound the straw wrappers from the rose bushes and cleared away the +dry leaves from the cellar door. Yes, sir. He was as busy as could be, +for Mrs. Rabbit kept one eye on him all the time and he never even had a +chance to crow except at two o'clock in the morning. + + + + +GRANDDADDY BULLFROG + + + Now round and round the Mill Wheel turns, + But all the Winter through + 'Twas tightly bound with icy chains + Till Mistress South Wind blew. + Then off it started one bright morn + To grind the farmer's yellow corn. + +Granddaddy Bullfrog seated himself again on the old log to catch a fly +for breakfast. All through the cold weather he had slept in the soft mud +at the bottom of the Old Duck Pond, but now, that Mr. Merry Sun was +shining down so warm and bright from the big blue sky, the old gentleman +frog had kicked out his long legs and swam up to sit once more in his +accustomed place. + +But, goodness me! How thin he was. Why, his white waistcoat was all +wrinkled and his pantaloons bagged dreadfully. Yes, sir. They were much +too big for his long thin legs, and Granddaddy Bullfrog at once set to +work to catch a million flies so as to grow nice and fat and jolly by +the good old Summer time. + +Teddy Turtle, too, had come up from the soft mud. He knew it was time to +be about, for Gentle Spring has a way of telling all the little people +of the Shady Forest and the Sunny Meadow just when it's time to wake up +and get out in the warm sunshine. + +And while Granddaddy Bullfrog quietly caught a dozen flies and Teddy +Turtle crawled up on the bank, the little rabbit shouted: + + "Helloa, helloa! There isn't much snow + Anywhere to be seen, and the meadow is green. + Say, Granddaddy Frog, out there on your log, + Are you glad it is Spring, ting-a-ling, ting-a-ling!" + +"There, you've gone and made me lose a fly," said the old gentleman +frog. "But, never mind! I'm glad to see you, little rabbit," and +Granddaddy Bullfrog went "Ker-dunk, ker-chunk," and wiped his spectacles +with a pink silk handkerchief. + +Just then from a little pool close to the Old Duck Pond came the sound +of voices. "What's that?" thought the little rabbit, and he hopped over +the marshy ground to look into the little pool. And what do you think he +saw? Why, a lot of dark spots on the water, each one singing a tune. +And, Oh dear me! The little bunny was so surprised that he leaned way +over the water, when, all of a sudden, the little dark spots disappeared +and all he could see were funny little forms swimming away under the +water. + +"Ha, ha!" laughed Granddaddy Bullfrog. "They are little singing toads. +Mr. Tree Toad's grandchildren!" + +The little rabbit was so surprised that he said nothing. Neither did +Granddaddy Bullfrog until the next story. + + + + +RAT-A-TAT-TAT + + +"Well, well, well," thought the little rabbit, as he hopped away from +the Old Duck Pond, "Granddaddy Bullfrog is a wise old frog." And I guess +the little rabbit was right, for everybody doesn't know that those +little funny singing toads I told you about in the last story are called +Hylas, although everybody knows that some candies are! But it isn't +spelt the same way. Oh dear me, no! But I don't believe Granddaddy +Bullfrog knew that! + +And while the little rabbit was hopping along towards the Shady Forest, +he heard a noise like the beating of a drum. So he stopped to listen. +There it came again, rat-a-tat-tat! rat-a-tat-tat! Yes, sir. Those +sounds certainly came from the old orchard. So the little rabbit turned +and hopped along the Old Rail Fence until he came to an old apple tree +just behind the Big Red Barn where the Weathercock lived. + +Rat-a-tat-tat! rat-a-tat-tat! "Who can it be?" thought the little +rabbit, and he looked all around, and then, all of a sudden, he saw Red +Head, the Woodpecker, building a new home for himself in the old apple +tree. + +Chip, chop, chip, chop, back and forth went the woodpecker's sharp bill, +cutting out the chips from the old apple bough. + +My! but it was hard work. The Miller's Boy always grumbled when his +father told him to chop the wood, but Red Head kept right along, happy +as could be. You see, the little people of the wood don't grumble if +they have to work, and let me tell you in the Spring they have lots to +do. Every one is busy making his home. Some are digging holes in the +ground and some are making nests in the trees. But everybody is happy as +the day is long. And the birds sing as they work, for a song helps the +work along. Helps you do your very best, whether it's a hole or nest. +Sing away, and never fret, worry won't keep out the wet. Sing and work +until the sun tells you that the day is done. + +Oh, dear. There goes my typewriter making up poetry! + +Well, let me see where I was before my typewriter became a poet. Oh, +yes. Red Head, the Woodpecker, was chopping out a little home for +himself in the old apple tree, and Little Jack Rabbit had just +discovered who it was who was making that queer chip-chop noise. + +"Haven't got any time to talk," said the busy little woodpecker. "I must +get this house ready for Mrs. Red Head. She says she won't wait another +day," and he started to chop again, so the little rabbit hopped over to +the Sunny Meadow where Mrs. Cow was eating the fresh young grass. Every +now and then she would ring the bell on her collar, and then her little +calf would run up and ask her what she wanted. And Mrs. Cow would rub +her nose over the little calf's ear and whisper: "I only wanted to keep +you from going away too far." + + + + +BUSY PEOPLE + + + The little Balmy Breezes shook + The Pussy Willows by the brook + Until they all began to mew, + Just like real pussy kittens do. + +And this made Mrs. Cow laugh, who, in the story before this, you +remember, had tinkled the little bell she carried on a leather collar +around her neck, to caution her little calf not to run too far away. + +Well, just then Little Jack Rabbit came along to tell Mrs. Cow what Red +Head, the Woodpecker, was doing up in the old orchard. "Yes, he's making +a nice little home for Mrs. Red Head," said the little rabbit "Everybody +is working but me. I'm just hopping around doing nothing," and he gave a +great big sigh and scratched his left ear with his right hind foot. + +"You're the first person I ever met who longed for work," laughed Mrs. +Cow. "Up at the farm the men are grumbling because they must get up with +Mr. Merry Sun and work all day!" + +Just then Jimmy Jay flew by in his beautiful blue coat and white +waistcoat. Now Jimmy Jay is a dreadful tease. He's the biggest tease in +all the Shady Forest. And when he saw the little bunny, he stopped to +ask a question. + +"Why don't you build a house for yourself on the Sunny Meadow?" + +"I don't need one," answered the little rabbit. "Old Bramble Patch, U. +S. A., is where I live." + +"But everybody is building a home," went on Jimmy Jay. "Why don't you +get to work?" and the mischievous little bird picked off a hard round +bud and threw it at the little rabbit. Then off he flew, singing at the +top of his voice: + + "Some folks are so lazy + They never do a thing, + But bother everybody + Who's busy in the Spring." + +"I wonder if he means me," thought the little rabbit. "Oh, dear me! I +wonder if he means me!" and this time the little rabbit spoke out loud, +for he felt so badly he just couldn't keep it to himself. + +"If he does he isn't telling the truth," said Bobbie Redvest. + +"He's a mischief maker," cried another voice, and there stood Timmy +Meadow Mouse. "Don't let him worry you, little rabbit." After that the +little bunny felt ever so much better, for what is nicer than to have +your friends stick up for you in this world, I should like to know, and +he hopped off home to help his mother, who was busy beating the carpets +and putting up the curtains in camphor for the Summer. And after he had +polished the front doorknob and fed the canary, she gave him five carrot +cents and told him he might go down to the Three-in-One Cent Store to +buy a raspberry lollypop. + + + + +MOTHER NATURE + + +"Oh, I shall be so glad when the leaves are on the trees and bushes and +the Sunny Meadow is covered with grass," said Little Jack Rabbit, one +lovely morning. You see, in the dear old Summer time there are thousands +of hiding places, but in the Winter and early Spring everything is bare. +I'm sure I don't know how this little bunny, all winter, would have +escaped the eager eyes of Hungry Hawk, Mr. Wicked Weasel and Danny Fox, +if his fur overcoat hadn't been white--for, of course, you haven't +forgotten that his coat turns white in the Winter time, and that this is +one way that Loving Mother Nature looks after the welfare of her little +rabbit children. For when the snow is on the ground Little Jack Rabbit +in his white fur overcoat looks like a snow ball, and at the first sign +of danger he sits perfectly still, making it mighty hard for even Hungry +Hawk's bright eyes to see him. + +"Now, don't be wishing for something that's coming as surely as you're a +foot high," said Mrs. Rabbit. "And if you're wishing for something +you're not sure is going to happen, stop wishing and go out and get it," +and then she patted the little rabbit on the cheek and went back to her +ironing board. + +As soon as he had brought in the wood and polished the front doorknob, +he set off for the Shady Forest. + +And by and by, after maybe a mile, he saw Jimmy Crow on a tree top. And +what do you suppose that little crow was doing? Why, he was building a +nest for himself. Yes, sir, that's what he was about. And why shouldn't +he? For he wasn't such a very young crow now, when you come to think of +it. He was a year old, and when a crow gets to be a year old he knows +how to build a nest, let me tell you. + + "How long will it take you, I'd like to know, + To build your nest, Mr. Jimmy Crow? + High up there in the tall pine tree, + Where the sun is warm and the wind is free," + +asked the little rabbit. + +"Don't bother me just now," answered Jimmy Crow. "Can't you see I'm in +an awful hurry?" and he laid some more sticks crosswise, and then he +flew away after more things to finish his nest with. So the little bunny +hopped away, and pretty soon he came to the cave where the Big Brown +Bear lived. And as it was a bright warm morning Mr. Bear was sitting +outside on his doorstep, sunning himself, for it had been a dreadfully +cold winter and Mr. Bear at one time had no coal at all, and his cave +got so cold that the water pipes froze and he couldn't take a bath for a +week. "How do you do this beautiful Spring morning," asked the little +rabbit. + +"I'll tell you in the next story," answered the Big Brown Bear. Now I +wonder how he knew there's no more room in this one! + + + + +THE WHISTLING STOVE + + +Well, as I explained to you in the last story, the Big Brown Bear would +have answered the little bunny, only there was no more room in the story +for him to say even "Howdy!" So we had to wait until we turned over the +page. + +"Yes, it's a beautiful Spring morning. But, do you know my fur overcoat +needs pressing and I'm afraid my cap's not at all in style." + +"Never mind," replied the little rabbit. "Down at the Three-in-One Cent +Store they have some lovely caps. Why don't you go buy yourself a new +spring style?" + +"I will," said the bear. "Come along with me." + +So off they started, and by and by, not so very far, they came to the +store, and right there in the window were lots and lots of nice looking +caps. Pretty soon Mr. Bear picked out one, the one he liked best, and +after he had paid for it, he and the little rabbit went outside. When, +all of a sudden, who should come by but a man with a little peanut +wagon. In one end was a stove that whistled the funniest kind of a song, +and if I'm not mistaken the words went something like this: + + Roasted peanuts, fresh and fine, + Here's a lovely way to dine, + Crisp and brown, and fresh and sweet, + Where are nicer things to eat? + Ting a ling, a ling, a loo, + Won't you come and buy a few? + +"Don't they smell nice?" said the Big Brown Bear and he put his right +paw way down in his left coat pocket, but, oh dear me! The only thing he +found was a cigar coupon. And wasn't he disappointed? Well, I just guess +he was. So the little rabbit opened his knapsack and took out a handful +of carrot pennies and bought two bags of peanuts. Pretty soon after the +Big Brown Bear had eaten his, he said: + +"Well, I must be going back to my cave," and away he went, so the little +rabbit looked around to see what he would do next. But there wasn't +anything to do for all he could see, so away he hopped and by and by he +came to a big billboard on which was pasted a colored poster of a May +Day party of little bunnies, and underneath the words: + +"Enquire at Rabbitville Gazette." + +Without waiting to read the other side of the billboard, he hopped down +Turnip Street till he came to the Newspaper Office, when he hopped +upstairs to see the advertising man--a little Field Mouse. But, oh dear +me, the tickets were a dollar apiece, so Little Jack Rabbit said: "I'll +give a May Day Party of my own!" + + + + +MESSENGER BOYS + + +The little Balmy Breezes were very busy. Indeed they were. They were +busier than messenger boys, for Little Jack Rabbit had asked them to +tell all his friends in the Shady Forest and the Sunny Meadow to come to +his May party. + +So the little Balmy Breezes had plenty to do, for the little rabbit had +lots and lots of friends, let me tell you. + +Well, no sooner had the little Balmy Breezes started off than they came +to Granddaddy Bullfrog on his log in the Old Duck Pond. + +"You are invited to Little Jack Rabbit's May party." + +"All right, ker dunk, I'll come, ker plunk!" croaked the old gentleman +frog, and he swallowed a big green fly that came too near, and then he +closed his left eye and waited for another, for that hungry old bullfrog +could eat more than twenty flies for breakfast. + +And then, pretty soon the little Balmy Breezes came to the Tall Pine +Tree where Professor Jim Crow had his nest. + +"Oh, I'll come," he said, "never fear. And I'll bring my little black +book with me, too, and read some verses to the guests," and then that +old black crow put on his spectacles and opened his book, but the little +breezes didn't wait, for they had no time just then to hear anything. + +"There goes Squirrel Nutcracker! Come to Little Jack Rabbit's May Day +Party," they cried before the old squirrel could run up to the top of +the chestnut tree. + +"Oh, I'll be there, don't worry," he said. "And I'll bring the Squirrel +Brothers and Mrs. Nutcracker with me." + +"Thank you," said the little Balmy Breezes, and off they went until they +came to Chippy Chipmunk's house. He was in, and he promised to come. +Then off went the little breezes again and by and by they came to the +Forest Pond where Busy Beaver and Mr. Muskrat lived. + +"Won't you come to Little Jack Rabbit's May Day Party?" asked the little +Balmy Breezes, and of course the beaver and the muskrat answered yes. + +Well, the next place the little breezes came to was the Old Farm Yard. + +"Little Jack Rabbit wants you all to come to his May Party," they +whispered, for Black Cat was standing in the kitchen doorway, and they +didn't want him to come, you see, for fear he might spoil the fun. + + "I'll come," cried Henny Penny, + "And I'll bring my sister Jenny." + "I'll come," said Timmy Turkey, + And he looked quite fierce and perky. + And Mrs. Cow said she'd come too, + And so did Cocky Doodle-do. + And Ducky Waddles also said, + "I'll come if I'm not sick in bed." + + + + +A RUDE INTERRUPTION + + +Now you remember in the last story how the Little Balmy Breezes were +asking everybody in the Shady Forest and on the Sunny Meadows to come to +Little Jack Rabbit's May Day Party. Well, there were one or two, and +maybe three, who weren't invited. And if you haven't guessed by this +time, I'll tell you. Old Danny Fox was one, and Mr. Wicked Weasel was +two, and, let me see, who was number three? Why, yes, of course, Old +Hungry Hawk. Nobody wanted these three robbers, so they weren't invited, +but that isn't saying they didn't come. But you must wait and let me +tell you the story, for I nearly said something I should have kept for +the last. + +Well, it was almost the middle of the day by the time the Little Balmy +Breezes had told everybody about the May Day Party. You see, they had to +go here and there and everywhere. And the Old Brown Horse lived a long +way off, and so did the Yellow Dog Tramp and the Billy Goat, who ran the +ferryboat over the river. + + Heigh ho, come to my party, + Let us be merry, my little Jack Hearty. + Blow on the whistle and make the bells ring, + For it's Spring, lovely Spring. + Ting-a-ling, ting-a-ling. + +Well, pretty soon Mrs. Cow came across the Sunny Meadow with her little +bell tinkling at her neck, and after her came Cocky Doodle and Henny +Penny side by side. Then Ducky Waddles on his big, flat, yellow feet, +and Turkey Tim with his big, wide-spreading tail, and right behind them +came Goosey Lucy. I almost forgot her, for she was so long in curling +her hair that the others started off without her. + +And then from the Shady Forest came the Squirrel Brothers and Chippy +Chipmunk and Professor Jim Crow, with his little black book, and the Jay +Bird in his flying machine, and, oh, dear me. So many more I haven't +room to tell. + +"Wait for me! Wait for me!" cried a voice, and over the Old Rail Fence +jumped the Brown Horse, and after him came the Yellow Dog Tramp and the +Billy Goat Ferryman. + +And when they were all there, the Photographer Crane from Rabbitville +got ready to take a picture. He set up his camera and put his head under +the black cloth, and after he had turned a little brass knob, he said in +a solemn voice: + + "Don't you move and don't you smile, + Hold your breath a little while. + Keep your eyes just where they are, + Twinkle, twinkle, little star." + +[Illustration: Photographer Crane Got Ready to Take the Picture.] + +But, good gracious me! Just then something dreadful happened. And it +just spoiled that lovely picture, for through the fence jumped Danny Fox +and Mr. Wicked Weasel, and there was nobody left on the Sunny Meadow +except the Crane Photographer. And maybe he won't be there on the next +page. + + + + +PHOTOGRAPHER CRANE + + +Now, wasn't it too bad that Danny Fox and Mr. Wicked Weasel broke up the +May Party! You remember they were all having their pictures taken by the +Crane Photographer, who had just pushed his head under the big black +cloth and was telling them all to look pleasant and not to giggle, when +that dreadful fox and that cruel weasel jumped through the Old Rail +Fence. + +Well, of course, the Crane Photographer at first didn't know why +everybody was running away, but when he pulled his head out from under +the big black cloth, he knew. Oh, my, yes! When he saw Danny Fox and Mr. +Wicked Weasel he didn't have to ask a single question. + +"Now you can take our pictures," they said, "and if you don't we'll eat +you up!" + +So the poor Crane Photographer stuck his head under the cloth, but, oh, +dear me! He was so frightened that his great long legs knocked together +and spoiled the picture. + +"Look here, Mr. Crane," growled Danny Fox, "you take a good picture or +you'll never take another," and that wicked old fox grinned and showed +all his long white teeth. + + "Oh, please don't bite me, Danny Fox. + I'll make a picture with my box, + And have it framed in plush and gold, + So let me live till I am old." + +"All right," answered the two bad robbers, Danny Fox and Mr. Wicked +Weasel, and as soon as the poor crane had taken their pictures, he +folded up his camera and started back for Rabbitville. + +"When will those pictures be finished?" asked Mr. Wicked Weasel, and he +crept up behind that poor frightened crane and tickled his bare knee. + +"Just as soon as I can get them done," he answered, and he tripped over +a stone and almost dropped his camera box. + +Well, after that Danny Fox went back to his den on the hillside and Mr. +Wicked Weasel went home, but, of course, the May party was all over. +Nobody wanted to come back that day. + +"Oh, dear me," said Little Jack Rabbit, "I wish the Miller's Boy would +shoot Danny Fox and Mr. Wicked Weasel." + +"Don't say such things," said Mrs. Rabbit. "You must keep your ears and +eyes open, and be ever on the lookout for these two bad robbers. But you +mustn't wish that somebody will kill them," and the good lady rabbit +bustled about and pretty soon she took out of the oven some nice hot +cookies and gave two or three, and maybe four to the little rabbit, and +after that the little canary bird in her cage began to sing: + + "I'm safe from every harm, + In my golden house. + Black Cat cannot catch me + Like a little mouse." + + + + +DR. QUACK + + + Yes, Bobbie Redvest sang to me + Just now a little song, + Which, if you'll wait, I will relate + For it's not very long. + + He told me that the apple tree + Is pink and white with flowers, + And that the bees are buzzing there + All through the sunny hours. + +And, do you know, I don't think there's anything so lovely as an apple +tree in bloom. For when I was a little boy I loved to lie on the grass +and look up into the tree where the blossoms, pink and white, made it +seem just like a big nosegay of flowers. + +"Tell me, little Robin," I said, "are you never worried about anything?" +And the little red-breasted bird said no. "I'm as happy as the day is +long," and then he flew off to the orchard to sing to Mrs. Robin. + +So I closed the window and went outside to see what Granddaddy Bullfrog +was doing, for I had just heard him go "honk, honk, honk!" like an auto +horn. + +Well, sure enough, there was the old gentleman frog, and who do you +suppose was after him? You'd never guess, so I might as well tell you +right away. + +Why, it was Dr. Quack, the wise old duck doctor. He was on his way to +see Little Jack Rabbit, who had the whooping cough, and of course his +mother, the dear old lady rabbit, was dreadfully worried. + +Well, pretty soon Dr. Quack stopped at the Old Bramble Patch, and with +his little black bag, went inside to see the little sick bunny boy. + +And of course Mrs. Rabbit was dreadfully upset. She couldn't think of +anything but her little bunny boy, and the tea kettle had burned a great +hole in its bottom and she couldn't make a cup of tea for the doctor, +although he was very fond of carrot coffee. + +"Let me see your tongue," said Dr. Quack. So the little rabbit put out +his tongue, and then the wise duck doctor took out some little pills and +three little white powders and told Mrs. Rabbit to give them to her +little bunny every other minute and even oftener if he kept on coughing. + +And then Dr. Quack said good-by and went over to the old barnyard to see +Henny Penny, who had the chickenpox. + +Well, after swallowing two powders and three and a half pills the little +rabbit felt perfectly well. Wasn't that wonderful medicine the old duck +doctor gave him? Well, I just guess it was, and if you ever get the +whooping cough you call him up on the telephone, "Oh, oh, oh. Come +quick, Duckville!" and he'll cure you in less than five hundred short +minutes. + + + + +BY THE BUBBLING BROOK + + +Up at the Old Farm Yard there was a great bustle. Yes sireebus. And the +reason was that Henny Penny had a brood of fluffy little chickens. Cocky +Doodle hardly knew what to make of them. You see, he was so used to big +chickens that when he came to look at these fluffy balls of yellow down +he didn't know what to do. So he just stood on his tiptoes and crowed, +"Cock-a-doodle-do!" and the big farmer thought he was singing because he +was a proud father. But that wasn't the reason at all. + +"Come, my dears," said Henny Penny to her little chicks, "let us take a +walk in the Sunny Meadow." So all the little chickens followed after her +and by and by they came to the Bubbling Brook where swarms of flies +darted over the water. And every time a fly came anywhere near Henny +Penny she snapped him up and divided him among the brood. + +Well, pretty soon along came Little Jack Rabbit with his knapsack on his +shoulder and his striped candy cane in his right paw. For it was a +lovely day in May and the little rabbit was as happy as two sticks and +maybe three or four. + +Just then Teddy Turtle crawled by, with his little shell house on his +back, and although it was the first of May, Teddy Turtle wasn't going to +move out of his house. No sireebus. But his house was moving with him. +But that's another matter, you see. + + "Wherever I go my house goes, too, + And I never pay any rent. + My little shell house goes ever with me, + No matter how far I am sent." + +"Ha, ha," laughed the little rabbit, "you're a lucky fellow." And then +Henny Penny clucked to her little brood and said, "Look at Teddy Turtle +with his house on his back. Isn't he lucky?" + +After a while Mrs. Cow with her tinkling bell came by, singing a song: + + "Oh, the grass is nice and green, + And in the Bubbling Brook + I see a very nice kind face + Most every time I look." + +And then she rang her little bell over and over again, just to make a +noise, I guess, and after that the little rabbit hopped down to the Old +Duck Pond to talk to Granddaddy Bullfrog. + +Now Granddaddy Bullfrog was a wise old gentleman frog. He knew lots and +lots of things, but like a good many wise people he never said much. He +was usually too busy catching flies. + +But when he saw the little rabbit he took off his yellow rimmed +spectacles and said: + +"How are you this lovely spring day, little rabbit?" and then he +swallowed a fly that came too near, and after that he blinked his eyes +and then he closed them to fool some other foolish fly who might happen +along. + +But of course he didn't close them tight shut, for then he wouldn't be +able to see anything, you know. And after that the little rabbit said, +"I'm very well, thank you, Granddaddy Bullfrog. + + "I manage to keep very well + And hop up with the rising bell. + My appetite is very keen + Because I never eat between + + "My meals; and that's the reason why + I can digest green apple pie, + And ice cream cones and lollypops + And Tootsie Wootsie chocolate drops. + + "Now, if _you're_ hungry, hurry on-- + But don't make a mistake-- + You'll find a bag of peanuts on + Page number 88!" + + + + +HAPPY DAYS + + +Well, you remember in the last story little Jack Rabbit was making a +call on Granddaddy Bullfrog at the Old Duck Pond. And I guess the little +rabbit might have stayed until half-past thirteen o'clock if, all of a +sudden, Old Sic'em, the farmer's dog, hadn't come along. Now, of course, +Old Sic'em was too old to run very fast, but just the same the little +bunny wasn't going to give him a chance to catch him, so off he went, +clippity clip, hippity hip, and by and by he came to the Shady Forest, +where all the little four-footed folk and the feathered people were busy +making homes for the Summer. + +Old Squirrel Nutcracker sat outside his doorstep while Mrs. Nutcracker +hung out the rugs and beat the sofa cushions. And Chippy Chipmunk +chattered on the top of the Old Rail Fence at Bobbie Redvest, who had +flown over from the Orchard to stretch his wings. + + "Tra la la, tra la la! + Where's the little Twinkle Star? + Mr. Merry Sun's on high + In the meadows of the sky, + And the dandelions wink + All along the river's brink." + +You see, Bobbie Redvest loved to sing all sorts of songs, and that's why +all the little people of the Shady Forest loved him so. For we all love +to hear a song if it's not too slow and long. + + "Cock-a-doodle-doodle-do, + Clouds are white and skies are blue, + And the little bugs and flies + Are a dinner that we prize," + +sang Cocky Doodle, for he wasn't going to have Bobbie Redvest be the +only one who could sing a song, let me tell you. + +And just then Old Professor Jim Crow flew by with his little Black Book +under his wing, and as soon as he saw the little bunny, he perched +himself on a stump and turned to page forty-three: + + "When you're young it's time to learn, + When you're older you must earn." + +And the Old Gentleman Crow took off his spectacles and said: "Do you +hear that?" and then he cawed three times and a half and put his +spectacles back into the case and closed his little Black Book. + +"Yes, sir," answered the little rabbit. "Every day I learn something. +Only this morning I found out that my last Summer's straw hat won't do +for this Summer," and then he hopped away as fast as he could for he +knew that Professor Crow would think it was very ex-trav-a-gant not to +wear last year's hat, no matter how shabby it was. + + "Clean your last year's panama, + Wear your last year's suit, + Don't replace a single thing + Except a worn-out boot." + +Now who do you suppose sang that little verse? You'll never guess, so +I'll tell you right away. Grandmother Magpie! + +"I'm sorry I can't wait," said the little rabbit, and off he hopped for +the Old Bramble Patch to ask his mother if she were going to clean her +last year's panama bonnet. + + + + +THE HOUSE IN THE WOOD + + +"I wonder where I'm going to stay to-night," said Little Jack Rabbit to +himself one late afternoon, after traveling all day with his knapsack on +his back and his striped candy cane in his right paw, and just then he +came in sight of a little wooden house. So he stopped and tapped on the +door, rat-a-tat-tat, very softly, you know. And when the door opened a +little monkey dressed in a red cap and a green coat said, "What do you +want?" + +"I beg your pardon," answered the little rabbit, "but, you see, it's +getting late and I'm looking for a place to sleep." + +"Well, come right in," said the little monkey, and after Little Jack +Rabbit had hung his knapsack and striped candy cane on the hatrack in +the hall he followed the monkey into the sitting room. + +Well, after a little while he told the monkey all about the Old Bramble +Patch and Danny Fox and Mr. Wicked Weasel, and lots of other things, +too, which I haven't room in this story to mention. And when he had +finished the monkey said he had once belonged to a man who owned a hand +organ and went about the country playing music for pennies, and +sometimes for nothing. + +"But that was long ago," said the little monkey, "for one day my master +beat me so cruelly that I ran away to the wood, and by and by I built +this little house, where I have lived ever since." Just then a knock +came at the door and who do you suppose was outside? Why, the Yellow Dog +Tramp, the little rabbit's friend, you remember. + +"Come in," said the monkey, for the Yellow Dog Tramp had stopped at his +house lots of times, you know. + +"Goodness me," said the Yellow Dog Tramp, after he had hung up his old +tattered hat in the hall. "I was nearly arrested to-day by a policeman +cat. They don't allow tramping any more. Everybody must work, so I +stopped in to see if you didn't want a handy man about the place." And +this made the little monkey laugh like everything, and pretty soon the +Yellow Dog Tramp got dreadfully sulky. He dropped his ears and hung his +tail, and then he began to whine, + + "Now just because I've been a tramp + Through sunshine and through fog, + You needn't laugh, nor joke and chaff + 'Cause now I want a job; + For Uncle Sam says to each man, + 'Now that the war is over, + Each do your part with willing heart, + And we shall be in clover!'" + +"That's the way," shouted Little Jack Rabbit, and on the next page you +shall hear what happened after that. + + + + +THE YELLOW DOG TRAMP + + +Well, after the monkey learned that the Yellow Dog Tramp wanted to go to +work to help Uncle Sam and Aunt Columbia, as I mentioned in the story +before this, he said: + +"You can whitewash the back fence if you want to. It may take you a week +or it may take you a month, for I don't know how fast you can work." + +"Well, I'll start right in," said the Yellow Dog Tramp bravely, and he +stood up on his hind legs and wagged his tail. + +"You'd better wait until to-morrow morning," said the monkey. "It's too +late now, and you couldn't see in the dark." + +"I should think one could whitewash in the dark," said the tramp dog. +"But just as you say," and he went over to the kitchen stove and lay +down on the little rag rug and went sound asleep, for he was very tired, +because he had tramped all day long. + +"Let him sleep," said the little monkey in a whisper. "He looks tired +out." And after that the monkey got the supper ready and when everything +was nice and hot and on the table the Yellow Dog Tramp opened his eyes +and yawned and pretty soon he was wide awake enough to sit down to eat. + +Well, by and by it was time to go to bed, so they all went to sleep, and +just about midnight a big owl looked in through the window and saw by +the light of the silvery moon Little Jack Rabbit and the monkey sound +asleep on the bed. + +"Ha, ha," said the big owl to himself, "I must get that little bunny." +So he perched himself on the roof and pondered how to get inside the +little house. + +Well, by and by, after he had flown around and peeked through all the +windows, he looked down the chimney. And then he carefully stepped over +the edge and, spreading out his wings, jumped right down to the bottom. + +But, goodness me. When he rolled from the hearth into the sitting room +he looked just like a crow, he was so covered with soot, and it would +have taken the Gold Dust Twins twenty-three days and one night to clean +him. + +"What's that noise?" barked the Yellow Dog Tramp, and he ran in from the +kitchen and looked all around. At first he didn't see the owl, for he +was so black with soot, you know. But what that Yellow Dog Tramp said +when he did see that bad Owl I'll tell you in the next story, unless, + + The Gold Dust Twins with a scrubbing brush + Should scour that old Sooty Owl, + All through the night until he was bright + And clean as a snow-white fowl. + + + + +PRICKLY THORNS + + +"What kind of a blackbird are you?" asked the Yellow Dog Tramp when he +saw the bad owl who had flown down the chimney of the little monkey's +house, as I mentioned in the last story. + +"I'm not any kind of a blackbird--I'm an owl," answered this dreadful +old bird, and he shook himself till the soot flew all over the room, and +some of it got in the Yellow Dog Tramp's eyes and made him blink. And of +course all this noise woke up the little monkey and Little Jack Rabbit, +who were sleeping upstairs, you remember. + +"I wonder what's going on," whispered the little monkey, and he leaned +over the banisters. And just then the Yellow Dog Tramp said, "Well, you +get out of here!" and he took hold of that sooty old tooty owl and threw +him, tail first, out of the door. And then he threw a milk bottle after +him. + +When the little rabbit and the little monkey heard what had happened, +they were very grateful to the Yellow Dog Tramp, and told him he could +sleep all next day in the sun instead of whitewashing the back fence. + +Well, after a while, after breakfast, you know, the little bunny set off +again on his travels, and by and by, not so very far, he came to a place +where so many wild roses grew that it looked like a lovely garden. + +"Now here is a nice place to rest," he thought, and he sat down and +opened his knapsack and took out a lollypop and was just going to bite +off the lemon top, when somebody took it right out of his paw. + +"Ha, ha, ho, ho," laughed a trumpety kind of a voice, and when the +little bunny looked around he saw his old friend the Circus Elephant +with a bouquet of roses in his long trunk. "Here's your lollypop," said +the elephant, and he dropped the bunch of roses, for he only meant to +tease the little rabbit for a minute, you know. + +And then he came over and sat down. But, oh dear me. He jumped up in an +awful hurry, for he had sat on the bunch of roses. + +"Oh, dear and oh dear again," he cried, "why do lovely roses have +thorns?" and he wiped a tear from his eye with the end of his ear, and +then he sang this song: + + "Oh, why should roses red have thorns + And pears have prickly prickles, + And Mr. Dill his glass jars fill + With sour little pickles?" + +And after that my typewriter says you must wait a little while to hear +what happened next, because + + The Circus Elephant took so long + To finish this beautiful pickle song, + The clock struck twelve before he was through, + The Old Red Rooster woke up and blew + Twice six times on his big tin horn, + And nearly deafened the ears of corn. + + + + +BAGS OF PEANUTS + + +Well, as soon as the Circus Elephant had finished the song in the last +story he took a silk handkerchief out of his trunk and wiped his eyes, +and then he said: "Do you suppose, if I kneel down you can hop up on my +back?" + +"I'll try," answered the little rabbit. So the big circus animal +squatted down on the ground, till with a hop, skip and jump the clever +little bunny landed right in the middle of his back. + +"Now hold on tight," said Elly, for that was the Circus Elephant's name, +and off he went and by and by he came to a place where there were many +peanut vines. + +"Well, this is lucky," said the elephant. "We can take them to Chippy +Chipmunk. I'll dig the vines and you can pick out the peanuts and fill +your knapsack." So the elephant started in, and in less than thirteen +minutes he had plowed up the whole field of peanuts. And in less than +thirteen seconds the little rabbit had his knapsack full, but then he +didn't know what to do with all the rest of the peanuts. + +And while he was looking around to find a bag or a box, who should come +by but the old dog with his stage coach and team of billy-goats. + +"Plenty of peanuts," said the old dog driver, jumping down from his high +seat and walking over to the Old Rail Fence. Then he put his old pipe +back in his mouth and puffed out a cloud of smoke. + +"Load up your stage coach," said the Circus Elephant, "and we'll take +them to Chippy Chipmunk!" + +"All right," answered the old dog, and he went back and brought over +fourteen empty mail bags, and when they were brim full he put them back +in the stagecoach, and then the elephant and Billy Bunny got on top, and +away went the Billy Goat team. + + Over the hills and through the dells + Till the peanuts rattled inside of their shells. + +And by and by, pretty soon, not very long, they came to the old Chestnut +Tree, where the little chipmunk lived. "Now you keep these peanuts till +the circus comes," said Little Jack Rabbit. "Then all the little people +in the Shady Forest can have all they want. Maybe by that time I can get +lollypopade from the Big Brown Bear!" + + The Big Brown Bear made Lollypopade + From the fruit of the Lollypop Tree in the glade. + Sometimes it was yellow, and often bright pink, + But never the color of purple green ink. + + Perhaps some fine day when out walking with me + We may happen to come to this Lollypop Tree. + In that case, my dear little friends, no excuse + Shall keep us from tasting this Lollypop juice. + + + + +THE MUSICAL ALARM CLOCK + + +Chippy Chipmunk sat on the Old Rail Fence, his little eyes shining like +bright glass beads, looking over toward the Old Bramble Patch. + +Chippy Chipmunk felt very fine this particular morning. Mr. Merry Sun +shone down on the little chipmunk's back with its beautiful smooth +shining stripes of reddish brown and black, over which his little tail +was thrown like a ruffle. + +"Helloa, helloa!" he shouted, for I guess the Little Jack Rabbit had +overslept himself that morning. "Helloa, Helloa!" + +"Here I am," answered the little bunny, hopping up to the Old Rail +Fence. "What do you want?" + +"Oh, nothing in particular," answered Chippy Chipmunk. "Only I was +wondering why you weren't around, that's all." + +"I guess I'm late. You see, my Alarm Clock didn't wake up either," and +the little rabbit laughed. And just then they heard it ring, "Cling, +cling, cling, cling cling!" And then it began to sing: + + "The dew is shining on the grass + 'Tis time to be awake. + The Morning Glory on her vine, + The Lily on the lake, + Have lifted up a dewy head,-- + So hurry, tumble out of bed." + +"Come on, Chippy Chipmunk," said the little rabbit when the Alarm Clock +stopped singing, "Let's go for a walk up the Shady Forest Trail." So off +they started together and after a while, not so very far, they came to +the tree where Squirrel Nutcracker lived with his family. But Old Squire +Nutcracker wasn't at home, and neither was Mrs. Nutcracker, and of +course the two Squirrel Brothers were away. So the little rabbit and the +little chipmunk went along until they came to the Forest Pond in the +middle of which on a little island stood the big chestnut tree where Old +Barney Owl had his home. + +"He sleeps all day," laughed the little bunny, "so he's at home!" + +"But how are we to get over to the island?" asked Chippy Chipmunk. But +the little rabbit didn't answer. He was too busy pushing a log into the +water. + +"Get aboard," he said to the little chipmunk, and then with a shove he +hopped on and pretty soon they reached the island, when they hopped off +and up to the big chestnut tree to knock on Old Barney Owl's front door. + + "Oh, Mr. Owl, pray do not scowl + Because we've called on you. + It's just a surprise, so open your eyes. + Please, Mr. Barney, do." + +Now of course Little Jack Rabbit and Chippy Chipmunk knew that Old +Barney Owl couldn't see in the daytime, otherwise they wouldn't have +called on him. For Mr. Barney Owl loved to eat little rabbits and +chipmunks. + + + + +MORE ADVENTURES + + +Now when Old Barney Owl heard Little Jack Rabbit and Chippy Chipmunk +knock on his front door, he winked and blinked. But he didn't open it, +for the light hurt his eyes, you know, and all day long he kept the +shades pulled down. + +"Who are you and what do you want?" he asked in a sleepy voice. + +"It's me and Little Jack Rabbit," answered the little chipmunk. + +"Come 'round this evening," replied the wise old owl. + +"No, thank you," laughed Little Jack Rabbit. "We don't make calls in the +evening," and he and the little chipmunk hurried away for they thought, +maybe or perhaps, Old Barney Owl might open the front door and catch +them. + +"He, he," said Chippy Chipmunk, "he asked us to call this evening, did +he? Not if my name is Chipendale Chipmunk!" + +Well, after they had called on Mrs. Water Rat, who lived nearby in a +lovely garden of water lilies, they hopped on board the log and after a +shove, away it went over the water to the other bank, where these two +little four-footed sailors hopped off and then, all of a sudden, just +like that, a voice said: + + "Don't you go another inch + Or your noses I will pinch." + +"Who said that?" inquired the frightened little rabbit. + +"Who are you?" asked trembling Chippy Chipmunk. + +And then Teddy Turtle crawled out from behind some bulrushes and began +to laugh. And the little rabbit and the little chipmunk would have been +frightened if it hadn't been Teddy Turtle, let me tell you, for some +turtles are dreadful snappers, you know. + +[Illustration: Little Jack and Chippy Chipmunk Meet Teddy Turtle.] + +"Oh, it's you, is it?" and the little rabbit told Teddy Turtle all about +the little snail at the seashore who carries his shell house around with +him. "Yes, he takes his little house with him just the way you do." + +"I'm going to take a swim, so good-by!" answered Teddy Turtle, crawling +over to the water, and in he went with a loud splash that frightened two +little minnows almost to death. + + Oh, the little minnows swim + Where the water's cool and dim, + 'Neath the weeping willow branches + Making shadows here and there. + Where the gnats and little flies + Are making nice mud pies, + And Mrs. Muskrat combs her silky hair. + +"Come on, let's be going. There's always something to see. Why, here +comes the Little Balmy Breezes across the Sunny Meadow," cried the +little rabbit, but the little chipmunk ran off to the Shady Forest. + + + + +AT THE FARM + + + Across the Sunny Meadow grass + The little breezes love to pass, + They tickle all the cattails till + They almost fall into the rill. + And every now and then they tell + Old Mrs. Cow to ring her bell. + +Now before I go on with this story I'll explain right away that the +"rill" is the Bubbling Brook, and the only reason I used "rill" is +because it rhymes with "till." + +"Ha, ha," laughed Little Jack Rabbit, as Mrs. Cow shook her head till +the bell on her collar made so much noise that her little calf came +running toward her, "I heard what the little breezes said." And then +Mrs. Cow gave a long "Moo!" which meant something I'm sure, for after +that the little rabbit hopped away and by and by he came to the Barnyard +where Cocky Doodle every morning sang his cock-a-doodle-do song to wake +up Mr. Merry Sun, who goes to sleep in the West and gets up every +morning in the East. I wonder how he does it, don't you? I guess you and +I would feel very funny if some morning after having gone to sleep in +our own bed we should wake up in another! + +"Helloa," said Henny Penny, as the little rabbit hopped through the Old +Rail Fence. "Where have you been all this time?" + +"Oh, lots of places," he replied. "Chippy Chipmunk and I have been +sight-seeing, and the Old Red Rooster has sprained his left leg and the +Old Brown Horse has a new collar, and Grandmother Magpie has gone away +to visit in Birdville, U. S. A." + +Just then Ducky Waddles came waddling by, after a swim in the Old Duck +Pond, where Granddaddy Bullfrog lived. + +"I saw Teddy Turtle a minute ago," said the little duck; "he's very +proud because Mrs. Turtle has just laid some eggs in a hole in the +ground and covered them with dirt. He says pretty soon they'll hatch +into little turtles!" + +"Ha, ha," laughed the little rabbit, "don't tell that to Peter Possum; +he just loves turtle eggs." So Ducky Waddles promised he wouldn't, and +after that the little rabbit hopped away, although the Weathercock on +the Old Red Barn had asked him to stay a little longer. + +"No, I can't," replied the little bunny. "I'm afraid Old Sic'em might +chase me." But even if that old dog had, the little rabbit could have +slipped away, for Old Sic'em had the rheumatism and could hardly run. + +Well, after a while, not so very long, the little rabbit saw Professor +Jim Crow. + +"Wait a minute," said the good professor, "I want to read you +something." So the old gentleman crow turned to page 23 of his little +Black Book, after putting on his spectacles, of course, for he couldn't +see to read without them, and then he cleared his throat and said, "Caw, +caw," two or four times, and looked at the little rabbit, but what he +read out of his little Black Book I'll tell you in the next story. + + + + +DANNY FOX + + +Well, since the old crow has opened his little Black Book in the story +before this, I'll tell you now what he read on page 23: + +"Little brown rabbits have all the same habits." + +"Ha, ha," laughed the little bunny, "you're a very wise bird, Professor +Crow!" and he hopped away until he came to the wooded hill where Danny +Fox had his den. + +Now it was a long time since the little rabbit had seen the old robber +fox and he was a bit curious to learn what was the trouble, for trouble +there must have been, otherwise Danny Fox would have been around to +steal a chicken now and then from the Old Barnyard. + +So the little rabbit hopped along very carefully and by and by he came +to a big tree quite close to the pile of rocks under which the fox +family had their den, Danny Fox and Mrs. Fox, Bushy Tail and Slyboots, +their two little sons. + +"I don't see anyone around," said the little rabbit to himself, and he +hopped over to another tree and peeped out. + +And then, Oh, my! how his heart went pitter-pat, for right in front of +him, not forty hops away, sat Danny Fox on a three legged stool smoking +a corncob pipe. + +"Oh, dear!" thought the little rabbit, "I didn't mean to get so close!" +But when he saw that Danny Fox's left foot was bandaged up in a piece of +white cloth with a big red cross stamped on it, he knew the old robber +couldn't run very well, and maybe not at all. So he called out, "Helloa, +Danny Fox! What's the matter with your foot?" + +"Don't bother me," grumbled the old robber fox, not even looking around. +Maybe he didn't want to see a nice fat little rabbit when he couldn't +catch him for supper. + +Just then Peter Possum shouted from his tree house: + + "Old man robber, Danny Fox, + Caught his foot in a steel trap box." + +"Keep quiet, will you," snapped Danny Fox, angrily. + +"Ho, ho, ha, ha," laughed the little rabbit. "So you got caught for all +your slyness?" which made the old fox so angry that he jumped up and ran +at him on three legs. + +"Who's laughing now?" cried Danny Fox, as the little rabbit hopped away +and Peter Possum climbed a tree. "You're very brave when you're out of +danger," and the old robber limped back to his stool and lifted up his +wounded foot. And while he was doing this, Grandmother Magpie came by, +and as she was always poking into other people's business, she asked +what was the matter. "If I told you," snapped Danny Fox, "everybody in +the Shady Forest and the Sunny Meadow would know it in a few minutes, +you old tattle tale!" + +"Gracious me!" exclaimed the mischievous old blackbird, "you're in a +disagreeable mood to-day," and away she flew after Little Jack Rabbit, +but before she caught up to him, he hopped into the Old Bramble Patch +for the night. + + Wind the clock, it's time for bed; + Dreams are waiting, Sleepy Head. + + Through the window bright and far + Shines the silver Twinkle Star. + + Oh, how soft the pillow lies! + Cuddle down, dear Sleepy Eyes, + + Underneath the counterpane, + Till the robin in the lane + + Sings his morning roundelay, + And it's time again for play. + + + + +CHIPPY CHIPMUNK'S STORE + + +Chippy Chipmunk stood outside his store waiting for Little Jack Rabbit +to come along. He had promised, if the little bunny would call after +business hours, to help him get a little store of his own. + +Mr. Chippy Chipmunk looked very nice and well-to-do in his clean striped +jacket as he sat on the wooden bench just under the big sign. Pretty +soon he stood up to look at it again. He had done this very same thing +at least ten times that day, he was so proud of it. + + CHIPPY CHIPMUNK + + ALL KINDS OF NUTS + WHOLESALE & RETAIL + +"A mighty nice sign!" he said aloud, as he sat down again on the wooden +bench. All of a sudden the thumperty-thump of little feet made him look +up. + +"Good evening," said Chippy Chipmunk. + +"I was afraid I'd be late," answered Little Jack Rabbit. "You see, I had +to wait until mother got home." + +"Come over and sit down," said Chippy Chipmunk. + +"Wait till I read the sign over again," answered the little bunny. +"Wouldn't I be proud if I had a little store! I don't know what I'd +sell, but that doesn't make so much difference--it's having your own +name over the door that makes you feel like a millionaire." + +"Come in and see the nuts," said the little chipmunk, after a while. + +A long hollow log, carefully split in two, made a very nice counter. +Indeed, it served also for a showcase, for in the hollow the nuts were +arranged in separate piles. + +"I made all the tags myself," said Chippy Chipmunk proudly, pointing to +small squares of cardboard on which were printed:--CHESTNUTS--HICKORY +NUTS--WALNUTS--BEECH NUTS. + +"Are these your scales?" asked Little Jack Rabbit admiringly. + +"Yes, I sell by the pound. Then nobody gets cheated," answered the +little chipmunk, cracking a nut with his sharp teeth. "You ought to have +a store at the edge of the Old Bramble Patch, with a sign painted in red +and green letters: + + "JACK RABBIT + CABBAGES & TURNIPS" + +"Do you think I know enough about vegetables?" asked the little rabbit +anxiously. + +"Just as much as I do about nuts," replied Chippy Chipmunk. + +But, oh, dear me! If they had known what was going to happen I guess +they never would have talked so long about the nut and vegetable +business. + + + + +NAUGHTY FEATHERHEAD + + +Yes, Sir! If Little Jack Rabbit and Chippy Chipmunk had known what was +going on outside the store I guess they never would have talked so long +about the nut and vegetable business. For, oh, dear me! as the little +rabbit shook paws good-night and looked up once more to admire the sign +above the door, it wasn't there. No--nothing was there but the bare +boards. With mouth and eyes wide open he stood staring at the spot where +the sign had hung only a few minutes before. + +"What's the--?" Chippy Chipmunk didn't finish. After he had looked up +there wasn't any use in asking Little Jack Rabbit what was the matter. +The answer was right before him. Poor Chippy Chipmunk! + +"Who could have taken my sign?" he asked at last in a trembling voice. +But, of course, the little rabbit didn't know. + +"Who could have taken the sign?" Chippy Chipmunk repeated mechanically. +Then he looked up again as if expecting the sign to shine forth in the +old familiar way: + + CHIPPY CHIPMUNK + + ALL KINDS OF NUTS + WHOLESALE & RETAIL + +They hadn't heard Featherhead, the naughty son of Squirrel Nutcracker, +take down the sign. Very softly, one at a time, he had loosened the +screws and then carried it off and thrown it in a deep hole. + +It was certainly a very mean thing to do, but then, you must remember, +Featherhead was not a nice sort of a squirrel. + +Just then, who should come by but Featherhead himself. + +"What's the matter?" he asked, just as though he didn't know. Wasn't +that deceitful of him? + +Little Jack Rabbit didn't answer. Somehow he didn't quite like the +little squirrel's tone of voice--it didn't ring true. And when +Featherhead turned his back, showing a long streak of white paint across +his shoulder, the little rabbit didn't wait a minute, but, quicker than +a wink, caught the frightened squirrel and shook him till his teeth +rattled. + +"What did you do with Chippy Chipmunk's sign?" + +"I--I threw it in a deep hole near the Tall Pine Tree," mumbled +Featherhead, now thoroughly frightened. + +"You come with us and get it," screamed Chippy Chipmunk, mad as a dozen +hornets; and they marched the naughty squirrel over to the Tall Pine +Tree. + +When the sign was once more over the door Chippy Chipmunk said to his +little rabbit friend: + +"You got my sign back for me. To-morrow I'll help you build your store." + + + + +LITTLE JACK RABBIT'S STORE + + +In a few days Little Jack Rabbit's store was finished, and all the +Little People of the Shady Forest and Sunny Meadow were coming to the +grand opening. It stood just at the edge of the Old Bramble Patch, on +the corner of the Shady Forest Trail and the Old Cow Path. + +A nicely painted post had been set in the ground, on which was fastened +a sign printed in large letters: + + JACK RABBIT + + CABBAGES & TURNIPS + +In the doorway, between barrels of cabbages and turnips, stood Little +Jack Rabbit, a smile on his face and a clean white apron over his little +khaki trousers. His kind mother had made two of these nice aprons so +that he would always have one to wear while the other was in the wash. + +You may be sure he felt very proud as he stood, bowing and smiling to +his friends who had come to wish him success in his new business. + +"Too young to run a store," snapped Grandmother Magpie. + +"If he's as honest with his scales as he is truthful with his words," +answered Granddaddy Bullfrog, looking at her through his yellow-rimmed +spectacles, "all his friends will buy here." + +Mrs. Rabbit was tickled to death to think that her son at such an early +age had started in business all by himself. It meant to her that he +would become a multi-millionaire in a few years! + +Chippy Chipmunk had left his store in charge of his brother so as to be +on hand, and Featherhead stood at a little distance, enviously watching +the friendly greetings. + +Everybody was there, even Old Parson Owl, winking and blinking, from a +shady spot in the forest, nodded pleasantly and wished the little rabbit +good luck. + +Suddenly a sharp bark came down the Shady Forest Trail, and the next +instant Old Sic'em and the Farmer's Boy jumped over the Old Rail Fence. + +Into the Old Bramble Patch went Little Jack Rabbit and his mother, while +the Forest Folk either ran off or flew away. + +"What's this?" cried the Farmer's Boy, kicking over the cabbages and +turnips that the poor little rabbit had so carefully placed in front of +the store. + +Down fell the sign from the nicely painted post. Crack! it went under +the heel of the Farmer Boy's shoe. + +"Why didn't you catch 'em, Sic'em?" he asked crossly. Then he turned +away and went whistling down the path. + +"I don't feel much like whistling," said Little Jack Rabbit, "my store +has all gone to smithereens!" + +But Mrs. Rabbit didn't say anything. I think she was even more +disappointed than her little bunny boy. + + + + +BILLY BREEZE + + + "Billy Breeze, Billy Breeze! + Come and help me, if you please. + If you'll only shake the tree, + There'll be lots of nuts for me." + +This is what Chippy Chipmunk sang one morning when he found there were +no more nuts on the ground. + +Of course, he had a lot already stored away, but he didn't want to use +them now. No, indeed; not until the cold weather came. Pretty soon he +commenced to sing again: + + "Billy Breeze, Billy Breeze! + Come and help me, if you please. + Shake the nuts from off the tree; + Do this favor, please, for me." + +Now everybody in the Shady Forest liked Chippy Chipmunk. In the first +place, he was such a good little worker. Then, too, he minded his own +business and was never cross. So as soon as Billy Breeze heard him call, +he blew in from the Sunny Meadow and shook the tree. Down came the nuts, +pitter, patter, all over the ground, and one hit the little chipmunk +right on the head. + +"Ouch!" he cried. + +"Whew! Did it hurt?" whistled Billy Breeze. + +"Well, I should say so," answered Chippy Chipmunk. "Wait till I hide +before you shake again." + +Then Billy Breeze gave the big tree another shake. Pitter, patter, +pitter, patter! went the nuts on the dry leaves. + +"I guess that's enough," said Billy Breeze. "I must go now!" + +"What for?" asked the little chipmunk. + +"To turn the Weathercock." + +And off went Billy Breeze across the Sunny Meadow, to the Old Farm Yard. +The Weathercock on the Big Red Barn saw him coming and whirled around on +his gilded toe. And Henny Penny at once set to work to prune and oil her +feathers. She rubbed her bill over the little oil sack hidden among the +feathers on her back and said to Cocky Doodle: + +"It's going to rain, for Mr. Weathercock is pointing to the East." + + + + +PITTER, PATTER + + +As soon as Billy Breeze had turned the Weathercock on the Big Red Barn, +he hurried away to get the rain-clouds. He didn't even wait to say howdy +to Ducky Waddles, although he knew the little duck would be glad to know +where he was going. But Billy Breeze didn't have time. No, sir. He had +to get those rain-clouds in a hurry. It hadn't rained for so long that +the roads were inches deep with dust, the Bubbling Brook was almost dry, +and the Old Duck Pond was so low that the Mill Wheel couldn't turn. The +Miller couldn't grind his corn, and the Miller's Boy had so much spare +time to tease Granddaddy Bullfrog that the poor old gentleman frog was +nearly worried to death. + +"Hurry up and get those rain-clouds," shouted Granddaddy Bullfrog as +Billy Breeze hurried across the Old Duck Pond. + +"I wish we'd have some rain," said the "rusty, dusty" Miller, coming to +the door of the Old Mill. It almost seemed as if he were speaking to +Billy Breeze. + +"You'll get rain pretty soon," he answered, but I guess the Miller +didn't hear him, for he turned around and went inside. + +By and by the rain-clouds came tumbling across the sky, as Billy Breeze +pushed them headlong over one another. Mr. Merry Sun saw them coming, +and hurried over to the west. But it wasn't any use. Billy Breeze drove +them on so fast that in a little while Mr. Merry Sun was shut in +altogether. The bright blue sky grew gray and the leaves began to +whisper: + +"It's going to rain! It's going to rain!" + +And the grass rippled in the Sunny Meadow and murmured: + +"It's going to rain! It's going to rain!" + +Everybody seemed glad except, perhaps, Mr. Merry Sun. But I don't +believe he minded it. He must have known that rain is just as needful as +sunshine. + +Pitter, patter, pitter, patter! Yes, the raindrops were falling. Chippy +Chipmunk scurried into his little house and Granddaddy Bullfrog chuckled +as he crawled under a sheltering leaf. + +Little Jack Rabbit hopped swiftly over to the Old Bramble Patch and the +Farmer's Boy turned up his collar and ran out of the Shady Forest where +he had been gathering nuts. + +"You're a good little boy to get home in time," said Mrs. Rabbit as her +little bunny popped into the kitchen door, and the little canary bird +began to sing: + + "Pitter, patter, goes the rain, + Making music on the pane. + Draw the shades and light the lamp-- + Never mind the evening damp. + Wind the clock, make fast the latch + Of the dear Old Bramble Patch." + + +THE END + + + + +LITTLE JACK RABBIT BOOKS + +(Trademark Registered) + +By DAVID CORY + +Author of LITTLE JOURNEYS TO HAPPYLAND + + +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, who, +every morning as soon as he has polished the front door knob and fed the +canary, sets out from his little house in the bramble patch to meet his +friends in the Shady Forest and Sunny Meadow. And the clever way he +escapes from his three enemies, Danny Fox, Mr. Wicked Weasel 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 JOURNEYS TO HAPPYLAND + +(Trademark Registered) + +By DAVID CORY + +Printed In large type--easy to read. 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