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“I will go with you,” said Henny Penny.So Chicken Little and Henny Penny ran, and ran, and ran.At last they met Cocky Locky.

“Where are you going?” said Cocky Locky.“Oh, oh! The sky is falling,” they said.“We are going to tell the king.”“I will go with you,” said Cocky Locky.So Chicken Little and Henny Penny and Cocky Locky ran and ran.When they came to some water, they saw Ducky Lucky.

“Where are you going?” said Ducky Lucky.“The sky is falling,” they said.“We are going to tell the king.”“I will go with you,” said Ducky Lucky. “We must run fast.”So Chicken Little, Henny Penny, Cocky Locky and Ducky Lucky ran, and ran.At the top of the hill they met Turkey Lurkey.

“Where are you going?” said Turkey Lurkey.“The sky is falling,” they said.“We are going to tell the king.”“I will go with you,” said Turkey Lurkey.So Chicken Little, Henny Penny, Cocky Locky, Ducky Lucky, and Turkey Lurkey, ran down the hill.Foxy Loxy heard them and ran out of his den.

“Where are you going?” said Turkey Lurkey.“The sky is falling,” they said.“We are going to tell the king.”“I will go with you,” said Turkey Lurkey.

So Chicken Little, Henny Penny, Cocky Locky, Ducky Lucky, and Turkey Lurkey, ran down the hill.

Foxy Loxy heard them and ran out of his den.

“Where are you going?” said Foxy Loxy.“Oh, oh! The sky is falling,” they said.“We are going to tell the king.”“Come with me,” said Foxy Loxy.“I will take you to the king.”So Chicken Little, Henny Penny, Cocky Locky, Ducky Lucky, and Turkey Lurkey, went with Foxy Loxy.He took them into his den, and they never saw the king.

How do you like to go up in a swing,Up in the air so blue?Oh, I do think it the pleasantest thingEver a child can do!Up in the air and over the wall,Till I can see so wide,Rivers and trees and cattle and allOver the countryside—Till I look down on the garden green,Down on the roof so brown—Up in the air I go flying again,Up in the air and down!Robert Louis Stevenson.

How do you like to go up in a swing,Up in the air so blue?Oh, I do think it the pleasantest thingEver a child can do!

Up in the air and over the wall,Till I can see so wide,Rivers and trees and cattle and allOver the countryside—

Till I look down on the garden green,Down on the roof so brown—Up in the air I go flying again,Up in the air and down!Robert Louis Stevenson.

It was time for winter to come.There was no green grass in the fields.The birds were all in the South.Under an old oak-tree, there were some sweet blue violets.“Dear oak-tree,” said they.“Winter will soon be here.We are afraid of the cold.”“Do not be afraid, pretty violets,” said the oak.“Go to sleep, I will take care of you.”So the violets went to sleep.The kind old tree dropped a red leaf upon them.Then leaf after leaf dropped down.Soon the violets were all covered over.Winter came but they were not afraid.They were fast asleep under the leaves of the kind old oak.

Here are some woodmen.They are in the deep woods.Two woodmen are cutting down a tree.How fast they work!See the ax go up and down.Soon the tree will fall.See! Down it comes!Other woodmen cut off the boughs.Then they cut the tree into logs.By and by they will take the logs to the water.They will put the logs on the ice.In the spring the warm sunshine will melt the ice.Then the water will carry the logs down to the sawmill.

A woodman was at work near the water.He was cutting down a large oak-tree.You could hear the chip, chip, chip of his ax.He lifted the ax high over his head to give a good blow.The ax fell into the water.The poor woodman looked down into the deep water.He said, “Oh! What shall I do?I have lost my good ax!”

A kind fairy lived in the water.She came up out of the water and said,“My poor man, why are you crying?”“Oh! said the woodman.“I have lost my good ax.”“Do not cry,” said the fairy.“I will get your ax for you.”The fairy went down into the deep water.Soon she came up with a gold ax.“Is this your ax?” said the fairy.“Oh, no!” said the“That is not my ax.”The fairy again went down into the water.Soon she came up with a silver ax.“Is this your ax?” she said.“Oh, no, no!” said the woodman.“That is not my old ax.”

Then the fairy said, “You shall have your ax.”She went down into the water again.Soon she came up with a steel ax.

“Oh, thank you!” said the happy woodman. “That is my ax.Now I can work.”“Yes,” said the fairy, “this is your ax, but it is a steel ax.Did you not like the gold ax and the silver ax?”“This is my ax,” said the woodman.“The gold ax was not mine, and the silver ax was not mine.”“You are an honest woodman,” said the fairy.“You would take only what is yours.So I will give you the gold axand the silver ax.”The woodman carried home the gold ax, the silver ax and the steel ax.He was very, very happy.

If all the seas were one sea,What a great sea that would be!If all the trees were one tree,What a great tree that would be!If all the axes were one ax,What a great ax that would be!If all the men were one man,What a great man that would be!And if the great man took the great ax,And cut down the great tree,And let it fall into the great sea,What a great splash that would be!

When I was down beside the seaA wooden spade they gave to meTo dig the sandy shore.My holes were empty like a cup,In every hole the sea came up,Till it could come no more.Robert Louis Stevenson

Once upon a time there was a pretty little girl.Her grandmother made her a pretty red hood.Then everyone called her Little Red Riding Hood.One day her mother made some butter and a cake.She put these into a basket and said, “Your grandmother is sick, Little Red Riding Hood.Will you take this cake and butter to her?”“Oh, yes, Mother!” said Little Red Riding Hood.“I know the way to Grandmother’s house.”She put on her red hood and kissed her mother.“Good-by, Little Red Riding Hood,” said her mother.“Be a good girl and do not go out of the path.”

Little Red Riding Hood sang as she went along.When she came to the wood she met a wolf.Some woodmen were at work near by.The wolf was afraid of the woodmen.So he said to Red Riding Hood,“Good morning, little girl.Where are you going?”“I am going to see my grandmother,” said Little Red Riding Hood.“I have butter and a cake for her.”“Where does your grandmother live?” said the wolf.“She lives on the other side of the wood,” said Little Red Riding Hood.“The house is near three big trees.”“I will go to see your grandmother, too,” said the wolf.He went beside Red Riding Hood for a little way.Then the wolf said, “Little Red Riding Hood, see the pretty flowers all around us.Why do you not pick some of them?”“Grandmother loves flowers,” said Little Red Riding Hood.“I will pick some to put in the basket with the cake and butter.”So Little Red Riding Hood went out of the path to look for flowers.But the wolf ran through the wood as fast as he could go.He saw the grandmother’s house near three big oak trees.

The wolf ran to the house.He knocked at the grandmother’s door, “Tap, tap, tap!”No one came to the door.He went into the house and looked all around.The grandmother was not at home.“Oh,” said the wolf, “I know what I will do!”He put the grandmother’s cap on his head.Then he lay down and covered himself with the bed-clothes.By and by Little Red Riding Hood came to her grandmother’s house.She knocked at the door,“Tap, tap, tap!”“Who is there?” said the wolf in a soft voice.“It is I, Little Red Riding Hood.”“Come in,” said the wolf.“Good morning, Grandmother,” said Little Red Riding Hood.“I have butter and a cake for you.Mother put them in my basket.”

“Put down your basket and come here, my dear,” said the wolf.Little Red Riding Hood went to the bed.

“Oh, Grandmother, what big eyes you have!”“The better to see you, my dear.“What long ears you have, Grandmother!”“The better to hear you, my dear.”“What long arms you have, Grandmother!”“The better to hug you, my dear.”“Oh, Grandmother, what big teeth you have!”“The better to eat you, my dear.”But just then the woodmen came in.The grandmother was with them.The woodmen killed the wolf.Then they took Little Red Riding Hood home.When Little Red Riding Hood saw her mother she said,“Oh, Mother! I will never go out of the path again.”

“Turn!” said the little stream.“Turn! O turn! Turn! O turn!”“Turn!” said the little streamAs it pushed against the wheel.“I push, you know, to help you go,To saw the logs and boards.”Mildred and Patty Hill(Adapted).

Zish! Zish! Zish! Hear the sawmill!There it is by the water.See the wheel go round and round.Splash! Splash! Splash!Hear the water!It falls upon the wheel and turns it around.Around and around goes the big mill wheel.Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!What a busy sawmill!All day long it saws the logs into boards.Here are boards to make houses and barns.Here are boards to make beds and chairs.Here are boards to make playthings for girls and boys.Work! Work! Work! All the day long!Oh, see what good work the sawmill can do!

One day a big lion was asleep in the woods.A mouse ran over the lion’s paw.The big lion caught the little mouse.“Oh, Lion!” said the mouse.“Let me go. Please let me go.Some day I will help you.”“How can you help me?” said the lion.“You are too little to help a big lion.”But he lifted his paw and away the mouse ran.

Some time after this the lion was in the woods.He was caught in a net.He could not get out.Just then the little mouse passed by.“Oh, the poor lion!” said the mouse.“How can I help him?”She ran to the lion and said,“Kind friend, I will help you.”The mouse cut the net with her sharp teeth.“Thank you,” said the lion.“I see that a mouse can help a lion.”

A mother pig had three little pigs.Browny was a dirty pig. He liked to roll in the mud.Whitey was a greedy pig. She would eat and eat and then cry for more.Blacky was a good pig. He was bright and happy all day long.

One day the mother pig called the three pigs to her and said,“Browny! What kind of a house would you like?”“I should like to have a mud house,Mother dear,” said Browny.“And you, Whitey! What kind of a house shall I make for you?” said the mother.“Oh, I should like a great big cabbage house, Mother!” said Whitey.“Blacky dear! What kind of a house would you like?” said the mother pig.“A brick house, please, Mother,” said Blacky.So the good mother pig made three houses.Then the three little pigs went to live in them.As they were going away the mother pig said, “If Mr. Fox comes to see you, do not let him in. He is not a friend.”

One day the mother pig called the three pigs to her and said,“Browny! What kind of a house would you like?”“I should like to have a mud house,Mother dear,” said Browny.

“And you, Whitey! What kind of a house shall I make for you?” said the mother.“Oh, I should like a great big cabbage house, Mother!” said Whitey.“Blacky dear! What kind of a house would you like?” said the mother pig.“A brick house, please, Mother,” said Blacky.So the good mother pig made three houses.Then the three little pigs went to live in them.As they were going away the mother pig said, “If Mr. Fox comes to see you, do not let him in. He is not a friend.”

Browny was very happy in his mud house.One day there came a “Tap, tap!” at the door.A soft voice said, “Little pig!Little pig! Let me come in.”“Who are you?” said Browny.“I am a friend of your mother’s,” said the soft voice.“I want to see your pretty house.”“Oh, no!” said Browny. “You are not a friend. You are Mr. Fox.You can not come in.”Then Mr. Fox made a hole in the mud house.He put Browny into a bag and carried him away to his den.

The next day the old fox went to Whitey’s house.Greedy little Whitey was eating the cabbage that her house was made of.“Tap, tap!” came a knock at the door.Then a soft voice said, “Little pig!Little pig! Let me come in.”“Who are you?” said Whitey.“A friend of your mother’s,” said Mr. Fox.“I have something good for you to eat.”“No, no! You can not come in.You are not a friend,” said Whitey.Then Mr. Fox ate a big hole in the cabbage house.

He put Whitey into a bag and carried her to his den.

The next day the fox went to Blacky’s house.“Tap, tap!” came a knock at the door.“Little pig! Little pig! Let me come in,” said a soft voice.“Who are you?” said Blacky.“I am a friend of your mother’s,” said Mr. Fox.“Oh, no! You are not,” said Blacky.“You can not come in.You carried away Whitey and Browny. You are not going to get me.”Then Mr. Fox tried to knock down the house.But he could not get into Blacky’s strong brick house.

The next day Blacky went to town to get a big kettle.As he came back he saw Mr. Fox in the woods.“Oh, what shall I do!” said Blacky.He had just come to the top of a hill.At the foot of the hill he could see his strong brick house.Blacky got into the kettle.It rolled over and over down the hill.At the door of the brick houseBlacky jumped out.

Blacky ran into the house as fast as he could go.He put the kettle full of water over the fire.Mr. Fox was afraid when he saw the big black kettle rolling down the hill.When he saw Blacky jump out of the kettle he said,“O ho! I will have you now.”He ran down to Blacky’s house.He tried the door but he could not get in.Then he went down the chimney.He fell into the kettle of hot water.Then Blacky went to get Whitey and Browny.Mr. Fox had carried them to his den in the woods.After that they all lived together in Blacky’s strong brick house.

Once there was a greedy little boy.He saw some nuts in a pitcher.He put his hand into the pitcher.“I will take a big handful,” he said.But he could not take out the handful of nuts.He did not wish to drop the nuts.At last he began to cry.Just then his mother came into the room.“Why are you crying?” she said.“I can not take this handful of nuts out of the pitcher.”“Take one nut,” said his mother.“Then you can get your hand out.”

Dear mother, how prettyThe moon looks to-night!She was never so pretty before.Her two little hornsAre so sharp and so bright—I hope she’ll not grow any more.If I were up there,With you and my friends,I’d rock in it nicely, you see;I’d sit in the middle,And hold by both ends.Oh, what a bright cradle ’t would be!And there we would stayIn the beautiful skies,And through the bright clouds we would roam.We would see the sun setAnd see the sun rise,And, on the next rainbow, come home.Eliza Lee Follen.

Dear mother, how prettyThe moon looks to-night!She was never so pretty before.

Her two little hornsAre so sharp and so bright—I hope she’ll not grow any more.

If I were up there,With you and my friends,I’d rock in it nicely, you see;

I’d sit in the middle,And hold by both ends.Oh, what a bright cradle ’t would be!

And there we would stayIn the beautiful skies,And through the bright clouds we would roam.

We would see the sun setAnd see the sun rise,And, on the next rainbow, come home.Eliza Lee Follen.

“Good morning, Mr. Carpenter.May I come in?See, I have broken my sled.Can you mend it for me?”“Yes, I can mend it,” said the carpenter.“Here is a board but it is too long.”“Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!” sang the saw.“Now I must plane it,” said the carpenter.“Zish! Zish! Zish!” said the plane.“This board is just right,” said the carpenter.“Rap-a-tap, tap!” said the hammer.As the carpenter works he sings this song,“Rap-a-tap, tap! Tick-a-tack, too!Here is your sled as good as new.”“Thank you, Mr. Carpenter.When I am a man I should like to be a carpenter, too.”

Where do we get wood?How is wood used?Find something in this room made of wood.Who cuts down the trees?How do the logs get down to the sawmill?What do the men in the sawmill do?Who has seen a carpenter at work?Can you name the carpenter’s tools?Tell me something a carpenter makes.Find something made with a hammer.Find something made with a plane.Find something made with a saw.What tools have you?What will you be when you are a man?

A little old man and a little old woman lived together in a little old house.The little old house was near a deep wood.One morning the little old woman was baking gingerbread cakes.She cut out some round gingerbread cakes.Then she said to the little old man,“See! I have cut out a cake to look just like a little boy.”Then she put The Gingerbread Boy in the oven to bake.Not long after the little old woman went to the oven to look at her cake.Out jumped The Gingerbread Boy.Away he ran as fast as he could go.The little old woman and the little old man ran after him, but they could not catch him.

The Gingerbread Boy ran on and on.At last he came to a barn full of threshers.As he went by the door he said,“I have run away fromA little old woman,A little old man,And I can run away from you,I can, I can.”Then the threshers ran after him, but they could not catch him.The Gingerbread Boy ran on and on.Soon he came to a field full of mowers.As he passed the field he called out,“I have run away fromA little old woman,A little old man,A barn full of threshers,And I can run away from you, I can, I can.”Then the mowers ran after him, but they could not catch him.

The Gingerbread Boy ran on and on, till he came to a cow.He called out to the cow,“I have run away fromA little old woman,A little old man,A barn full of threshers,A field full of mowers,And I can run away from you,I can, I can.”Then the cow ran after him, but she could not catch him.The Gingerbread Boy ran on and onSoon he met a fox and called out, “I have run away fromA little old woman,A little old man,

A barn full of threshers,A field full of mowers,A cow,And I can run away from you,I can, I can.”Then the fox ran after him.

Now a fox can run very fast.On and on ran the fox until he caught The Gingerbread Boy.Then the fox began to eat him.“Dear me!” said The Gingerbread Boy“Here I am a quarter gone.Now I am half gone.I am three-quarters gone.Oh, dear! I am all gone.”And he never spoke again.

One day a city mouse went to visit a country mouse.The country mouse lived in a field.The two mice ran about the field and had a happy time.At last the country mouse said,“We must have something to eat.”He gave the city mouse an ear of corn.This was enough for the country mouse.But the city mouse did not like it.So he said to the country mouse,“My friend! Is this all you have to eat?Come to the city and visit me.I live in a beautiful house.Come and see what good thingsI have to eat.”So the two mice set off for the city.

After a while they came to the house where the city mouse lived.Oh! What good things the city mouse set before the country mouse!She had bread and cheese and cake.“How good this is!” said the country mouse.“I wish I lived in the city.”

Just then a man came into the room.The mice jumped down and ran into a hole.“Do not be afraid,” said the city mouse.“The man can not find us.”By and by the man went away.Then the mice ran out of the hole and again began to eat.

Just then a man came into the room.The mice jumped down and ran into a hole.“Do not be afraid,” said the city mouse.“The man can not find us.”By and by the man went away.

Then the mice ran out of the hole and again began to eat.

Soon a cat came into the room.“The cat! The cat!” said the city mouse.Away ran the mice as fast as they could go.Poor little country mouse!She said to the city mouse,“Good-by, my friend, I am going home.In the country I am not afraid.You have a beautiful house and good things to eat.But I like my corn better than your cake.”

The city mouse lives in a house;The garden mouse lives in a bower;He’s friendly with the frogs and toads,And sees the pretty plants in flower.The city mouse eats bread and cheese;The garden mouse eats what he can;We will not grudge him seeds and stalks,Poor little timid, furry man.Christiana G. Rossetti.

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