No. 61 Piggie Wiggie
BY Elizabeth Leigh Scagel
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Piggie Wig
A long time ago there was a little old man. The little old man had a little pig. This little pig was Piggie Wiggie.
Piggie Wiggie lived in a little pen. The little pen had a little fence so that the little pig could not run away.
But one day little Piggie Wiggie rolled out of his pen.
“Wee, wee!” cried Piggie Wiggie.
“How much fun this will be!”
Then the little pig ran away.
The little old man ran after the little pig. The little old man got the little pig. “Ho, ho!” cried he. “Come home now with me.” 2 2
Wood and Nail
The little old man came to the fence where the little pig got out. The little old man said, “I will mend the fence. Oh, for a piece of wood, a piece of wood for me!”
At last he found a piece of wood and said:
“Wood, wood, mend the fence!”
The piece of wood said, “I can not mend the fence for I need a nail.”
The little old man found a nail and said, “Nail, nail, bind the wood! The piece of wood must mend the fence so Piggie Wiggie can not run away."
The nail said, “I can not bind the wood for I need a hammer."
So the little old man took the little pig under his arm and looked for a hammer.
Lend a Hand
At last he found a hammer. The little old man cr ie d, “Hammer, hammer, hit nail! Nail, nail, bind wood! Wood, wood, mend fence! So Piggie Wiggie can not run away.” 2
But the hammer said, “I can not hit the nail for I need a hand.”
So the little old man looked and looked. He looked here and there but he could not find a hand.
“Wee,
“Now we shall see.”
The little old man came to a brook. With the little pig under his arm, he looked down into the brook. 2
wee!” cried Piggie Wiggie.
Silly Pig 2
There in the brook the little old man saw a hand. He cr ie d, “Hand, hand, hold hammer! Hammer, hammer, hit nail!
Nail, nail, bind the piece of wood!
Wood, wood, mend fence! So Piggie Wiggie can not run away.”
He reached down to take the hand, and what do you think?
Piggie Wiggie jumped from under his arm and the little old man fell into the brook.
What a silly pig!
No. 62 Outfoxed
BY
Elizabeth Leigh Scagel
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Sly Fox
Little Red Hen lived in a little house.
Near the house lived Sly Fox. His mother lived with him.
One day Mother Fox said, “I want a bright red hen to eat."
“Very well, Mother,” said Sly Fox.
“I will get one for you. I have seen a bright red hen. Give me a bag. Have a pot of water hot.”
Then Sly Fox went to Little Red Hen's house.
“I will stay here till I see her,” he said.
Sly fox waited quietly for Little Red Hen.
Fly High
Little Red Hen was in her garden. She saw Sly Fox. “What shall I do?” she cried. “I will fly up high on my little house. A fox can not fly up high.”
When Sly Fox saw Little Red Hen high up on the house, he said, “I will get her now.”
So he ran round and round the house. It made Little Red Hen so dizzy that she fell right off the house.
Sly Fox put her into his bag and away he ran.
“Mother will be happy with this bright red hen.”
Sly Red Hen
Red Hen was so heavy that Sly Fox stopped to rest. He was very tired. Soon he was asleep under the tree.
“Now is my time,” said Little Red Hen.
She took her little snips and cut a hole in the bag.
Out she jumped and found a heavy stone. Red Hen put the heavy stone in the bag and tied up the hole.
Then she ran home right away. She ran as fast as she could to her safe house.
“That old fox will not catch me twice,” she said. “He thinks he is sly, but I shall have the last word by and by.”
Stone Soup
Sly Fox soon woke up. Then he picked up the bag and walked off.
“This bright Red Hen is heavy,” he said.
Mother Fox saw him coming.
“The water is boiling hot,” she called.
“Have you a bright Red Hen?”
“Yes, Mother, in my bag,” he said.
“Hold the bag over the pot,” said Mother Fox. “Let the Red Hen drop right in.”
Sly Fox picked up the bag. Into the pot fell a big heavy stone! Oh, what a sight. There would be no red hen for dinner tonight.
Three Kittens
No. 63 Three Kittens
BY Elizabeth Leigh Scagel
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Lost Mittens
Three little kittens lost their mittens, and they began to cry,
“O mother dear,
We very much fear, Our mittens we have lost.”
“What! Lost your mittens?
You bad little kittens!
Then you shall have no pie.
Mew, mew, mew!
Then you shall have no pie!
Mew, mew, mew!”
Three little kittens found their mittens, and they began to cry,
“O mother dear, See here! See here! Our mittens we have found.”
Have Some Pie
“Put on your mittens, you funny kittens, and you shall have some pie.
Purr, purr, purr! And you shall have some pie.
Purr, purr, purr!”
Three little kittens put on their mittens and ate up all their pie.
“O mother dear, We sadly fear, Our new mittens we have soiled.”
“Soiled your new mittens? What bad little kittens!”
The kittens began to sigh, “Mew, mew, mew!”
The kittens began to sigh, “Mew, mew, mew!”
Clean Mittens
Three little kittens sat with soiled mittens, and looked up to the sky.
“What might we do to make these mittens good as new?”
Three little kittens washed their mittens and hung them up to dry.
“O mother dear, have no fear!
Have no fear!
Our mittens we have washed.
Yoo-hoo, yoo-hoo!
Our mittens we have washed.
Yoo-hoo, yoo-hoo!”
Clean and Dry
Three little kittens had lost their mittens and found them by and by.
“O mother dear, come over here.
Our mittens are clean and dry.”
“What? Washed your mittens?
Oh, you are good kittens, but I smell a mouse close by.”
“Hush, hush! Mee-ow, mee-ow!
We smell a mouse close by.
“Hush, hush! Mee-ow, mee-ow!
We can catch him if we try.”
No. 64
Billy Goats Gruff
BY
Elizabeth Leigh Scagel
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Once there were three brothers. They were billy goats. There was Little Billy Goat Gruff. There was Big Billy Goat Gruff. And there was Great Big Billy Goat Gruff.
Little Billy
The goats were going up the hill to eat grass. On the way they had to cross a bridge. Little Billy Goat Gruff came to the bridge first.
Little Billy’s feet made a little noise on the bridge: trip trop, trip trop, trip trop.
A Troll lived under the bridge. He liked to eat billy goats best. Soon he would put Little Billy to the test.
Big Billy
“Who is tramping on my bridge?” said the Troll.
“I am,” said Little Billy Goat Gruff.
“Where are you going?” said the Troll.
“I am going to eat grass on the hill,” said Little Billy Goat Gruff.
“Then I am coming to eat you,” said the Troll.
“No, no,” said Little Billy Goat Gruff. “I am too little to eat. Big Billy Goat Gruff is coming. He is bigger than me. Eat him.”
“Then be off with you,” said the Troll in a huff. “I shall eat Big Billy Goat Gruff.”
Great Big Billy
Next came Big Billy Goat Gruff. He had to cross the bridge.
Big Billy Goat’s feet made a big noise: trip trop, trip trop, trip trop.
“Who is tramping on my bridge?” said the Troll.
“I am,” said Big Billy Goat Gruff.
“Where are you going?” said the Troll.
“I am going to eat grass on the hill.”
“Then I am coming to eat you,” said the Troll.
“No, no,” said Big Billy. “I am not small, but Great Big Billy is the biggest of all. You must eat him.”
“Then be off with you,” said the Troll in a huff. “I shall eat Great Big Billy Goat Gruff.”
Troll Roll
Then came Great Big Billy Goat Gruff.
Great Big Billy Goat's feet made the biggest noise on the bridge: Clip clop, clip clop, clip clop!
“Who is tramping on my bridge?” said the Troll.
“I am,” said Great Big Billy Goat Gruff. “I am going to eat grass on the hill.”
“Then I am coming to eat you,” said the Troll.
“Come and get me,” said Great Big Billy Goat.
The Troll ran at the billy goat. Great Big Billy Goat bumped the Troll right off the bridge into the water. No one ever saw the Troll again.
Then Great Big Billy Goat found his brothers on the hill. They all ate green grass till they had their fill.
No. 65
Lion and Mouse
BY Elizabeth Leigh Scagel
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Sleepy Lion
One day a lion fell asleep under a great big tree. He fell asleep near the home of some little mice.
When the mice came out to play, they saw the sleeping lion.
One little mouse said, “We can play hide and seek on his back.”
One mouse hid behind the lion’s ear. One mouse hid by the lion’s tail.
One mouse hid under the lion’s paw.
“This is such fun,” said the little mice.
Just then the lion woke up. The mice ran away. But the little mouse who hid under the lion’s paw was stuck. She knew that she would soon be out of luck.
Mouse Trap
“Oh, Lion! Please let me go,” cried the mouse.
“Why should I let you go?” said the lion.
“I am so small,” said the mouse.
“Please let me go.”
“I
am quite hungry,” said the lion. “I have you under my paw. It is no use to fight. I shall eat you in one bite.”
“Do not eat me, Lion,” the mouse did plead. “Some day I shall help you in a time of need.”
The lion gave a laugh.
“You can not help me,” he said. “You are just a little mouse. But I will let you go.”
Lion’s Roar
The next day the little mouse was in the woods. She heard the roar of a lion.
“That is the old lion,” she said. “I will go see what he is roaring about.”
She ran until she found the lion.
“Why do you roar, Lion?” said the mouse.
“Can you not see?” said the lion. “I am bound with a rope. I can not get away. This has turned out to be a very bad day.”
“Do not roar so loudly, Lion,” said the mouse. “I can set you free. Just you wait and see.”
Good Deed
“You can not set me free,” said the lion.
He started to roar and moan.
“Be still,” said the mouse, “and with my sharp teeth I will gnaw the rope in two.”
The lion lay still.
With her sharp teeth the mouse gnawed the rope. Soon the lion was set free.
“I told you I would help you,” said the mouse.
“Thank you, Little Mouse,” said the lion. “I will not forget this good deed. You helped me in my time of need.”
No. 66 Chicken Little
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Elizabeth Leigh Scagel
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Chicken Little
Chicken Little was in the woods. A leaf fell on her tail.
“Oh, no, oh no,” she said. “The sky is falling!”
Away she ran to find her pals and tell them.
“Oh, Henny Penny, Lucky Duck,” said Chicken Little, “the sky is falling!”
“How can you tell?” asked her pals.
“I saw it with my eyes, I heard it with my ears, and part of it fell on my poor tail. What do you guess we should do? Should we run and hide?”
"Let us run and tell the king," said Henny Penny. “I shall be your guide.”
Goose Loose
Chicken Little, Henny Penny, and Lucky Duck soon met Goose Loose.
"Oh, Goose Loose," said Lucky Duck, "the sky is falling!"
"How can you tell, Lucky Duck?" said Goose Loose.
“Chicken Little told me.”
“How can you tell, Chicken Little?”
“I saw it with my eyes, I heard it with my ears, and part of it fell on my poor tail. We are on our way to find the king. Henny Penny is our guide.”
“Please, may I come too?” said Goose Loose. “Do you have room for one more guest? Oh, please let me come with you on your quest.”
Turkey Lurkey
Then Chicken Little, Henny Penny, Lucky Duck, and Goose Loose ran till they saw Turkey Lurkey.
"Oh, Turkey Lurkey," said Goose Loose, "the sky is falling!"
"How can you tell, Goose Loose?" said Turkey Lurkey.
“Chicken Little told me.”
“How can you tell, Chicken Little?”
“I saw it with my eyes, I heard it with my ears, and part of it fell on my poor tail. We are on our way to find the king. Henny Penny is our guide.”
“May I join you on this quest? I hear the king is way out west.”
Fox Lox
Then Chicken Little, Henny Penny, Lucky Duck, Goose Loose, and Turkey
Lurkey ran till they met Fox Lox.
“Oh, Fox Lox," said Turkey Lurkey, "the sky is falling!"
"How can you tell, Turkey Lurkey?" said Fox Lox.
“Chicken Little told me.”
“How can you tell, Chicken Little?”
“I saw it with my eyes, I heard it with my ears, and part of it fell on my poor tail. We are on our way to find the King. Henny Penny is our guide.”
“I know where to find the king," said Fox Lox.
So Fox Lox took the group to his den.
And they were never heard from again.
No. 67 Wee Rabbit
BY Elizabeth Leigh Scagel
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Wee Rabbit
Once there was a Wee Wee Rabbit. He had a black spot on his wee wee tail.
Wee Wee Rabbit said, “Mother, may I make a wee wee house?”
Mother Rabbit said, “Yes, Wee Wee Rabbit, you may.”
Then away Wee Wee Rabbit hopped to make his wee wee house.
Wee Wee Rabbit made his house.
In his house he put a wee wee bed, a wee wee table, a wee wee chair, and a wee wee candle Mother Rabbit gave him to light his house.
Wee Wee Rabbit was pleased with his house. He asked, “Mother, may I live in my wee wee house? I will write to you each day.”
“Yes, Wee Wee Rabbit, you may,” said Mother Rabbit.
“Thank you, dear Mother."
Wee House
Wee Wee Rabbit said good-bye to his mother, and he went to live in his wee wee house.
When night came, Wee Wee Rabbit lit his wee wee candle.
Then he saw a great big rabbit.
“Oh dear me! Who can it be?”
He blew out his wee wee candle.
Wee Wee Rabbit heard no noise.
He lit his candle again.
He saw the great big rabbit again.
Wee Wee Rabbit jumped at the big big rabbit. He made a noise on the floor. The big big rabbit jumped too.
But he did not make any noise.
Wee Wee Rabbit was as quiet as a mouse. How could there be such a big big rabbit in a wee wee house?
Such A Fright
“Oh dear me, dear me!” cried Wee Wee Rabbit. “I do not trust my eyes! I must run tell Mother of this rabbit of great size.”
Wee Wee Rabbit ran home.
“Oh Mother, Mother, I was wrong! I am a wee wee rabbit. I can not live on my own. There is a big big
rabbit that comes out at night. When I lit my candle he gave me such a fright! Please come with me and make him go away.”
So Mother Rabbit went with Wee Wee Rabbit to his wee wee house.
Sweet Dreams
Mother Rabbit lit the wee wee candle in the wee wee house.
And what did she see? Two big big rabbits in the wee wee house.
Mother Rabbit giggled with glee.
“Oh, Wee Wee Rabbit,” said Mother, “Your great big foe was nothing more than your own shadow!”
Wee Wee Rabbit giggled too.
Then he got into his wee wee bed.
“Good night, dear Mother,” he said.
Mother Rabbit blew out the wee wee candle.
“Good night, Wee Wee Rabbit,” she said as she tucked him into bed.
“May you have sweet sweet dreams in your wee wee head.”
No. 68 Mother Goose
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Elizabeth Leigh Scagel
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Mother
Goose 3 3
There once was a goose with seven little goslings. She loved each and every one.
One day she said to her little ones, "I am going to find some food for us to eat. Do not open the door while I am away. The old wolf might get in. He would eat you up. You will know him by his rough voice and his tough gray feet.”
“We will not let him in, Mother,” they all said.
So the goose went away.
Soon they heard a knock at the door.
“Let me in little ones. It is your mother. I have food for you to eat.”
“No, no,” cried the goslings. “You will not trick these geese. Now go away and leave us in peace!”
Then the wolf ran away.
Old
Soon the wolf crept back again. This time his voice was soft.
“Let me in, my little goslings,” he said. “I am your mother. I have brought you good food to eat.”
Wolf 5 3
But the little goslings saw his tough gray feet under the door.
3
“No, no,” cried the goslings. “Your voice is soft, but your feet are tough. You are not our mother.”
So the wolf ran off and put flour on his feet. Soon he was back at the door.
“Open the door, little ones,” he said. “I am your dear mother. You will know me by my soft voice and my dainty white feet.”
The goslings heard the soft voice. They saw the dainty white feet.
“Yes, yes,” they all cried. “Oh, Mother, you may come inside.”
Whole Flock
So they threw the door open and who did they meet? The nasty old wolf with his rough voice and tough feet.
When the goslings saw the wolf, they tried to hide. One went under the table. One ran under the bed. One hid under a chair. One jumped into the oven.
One flew high to the loft. One hopped into the big bowl. The little one flew into the tall clock.
The nasty old wolf found them all save the little one in the clock.
Soon Mother Goose came home.
Not a gosling was in sight. Poor Mother Goose was in such a state of fright. She heard a wee little voice calling from the clock.
“Mother, Mother, I am all that is left. The wolf ate your whole flock.”
Six Stones
“Fly down to me, my little gosling,” said the mother. “Get my shears, needle, and thread. Come, my little gosling. We will find where that wolf has fled.”
Soon they found the wolf asleep by the brook. “Shhh,” said the mother.
Snip, snip went the shears.
Out hopped six little goslings!
“Shhh,” said the mother. “Get six stones.” They did as the mother told them. Mother filled the old wolf with the stones.
Click, click went the needle.
“Now let us hide,” said the mother.
Soon the wolf woke up. “These goslings are heavy,” he said. “They feel hard as rocks in my belly. I shall go to the brook and drink.”
He bent down to take a drink, and into the brook he fell and sank.
“Hooray! The wolf is dead,” cried the goslings. “For Mother give three cheers! She tricked that old wolf with a pair of shears.”
No. 69 Home at Last
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Elizabeth Leigh Scagel
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Pig’s Plan
Farmer Brown had two fine pigs. One was Big Pig and one was Bitty Pig.
One day Big Pig said, “Farmer Brown wants to get us fat. I know what that means. I must take action. I shall run away. I want a home of my own. Will you go with me, Bitty Pig?”
“No,” said Bitty Pig. “I will stay with Farmer Brown.”
“Then I will ask Rex Ram,” said Big Pig.
“Rex Ram,” said Big Pig, “Will you run away with me? I want a home of my own. You can live there too.”
“How will you get through the gate?” asked Rex Ram.
“You can knock it down with your horns,” said Big Pig.
So Rex Ram ran at the gate and with one swift motion, he knocked it down with his horns.
“Come on,” said Big Pig. “That was the first step of our plan.”
Then away to the woods the pig and ram ran.
Dixie Duck
As Big Pig and Rex Ram were running, they met Dixie Duck.
“Good morning friends,” Dixie said. “Why are you running away?”
“We are going to the woods to build a house,” said Big Pig.
“Rex Ram is going with me. We want a home of our own.”
“I would like to go with you,” said Dixie Duck.
“You may if you can help build the house,” said Big Pig.
“Oh, I would be a great addition to your group,” said the duck. “I can pick up leaves with my beak and stuff them into the cracks. Then the house will be warm.”
“Well that sounds fine to me,” said Big Pig. "Now we are a band of three.”
Miles Mouse
Soon the band of three met Miles Mouse.
“Good morning, friends,” said Miles.
“Where are you headed today?”
“We are going to the woods to build a house," said the pig.
“We want a home of our own.”
“Oh that sounds nice. May I go with you?” asked the mouse. “I would like a home of my own.”
“You may if you can help,” said the pig. “What can you do? I do not think a mouse can be much help to build a house.”
“I can gnaw the pegs with my teeth, and the ram can pound them in with his horns.”
“That will help us,” said Rex Ram.
“I was wrong,” said Big Pig. “You may come along.”
So the pig, the ram, the duck, and the mouse went on.
Home at Last
Soon the group met an old dog.
“Hello there,” said the dog. “Where are you going this fine day?”
“We are going to the woods to build a home of our own,” said the pig.
“I would like a home too. May I go with you?”
“What can you do to help build a house?” asked the pig.
“I can not build, but I will bark and keep the foxes away.”
“That is fine,” said the ram. “You may come with us today.”
So the pig, the ram, the duck, the mouse, and the dog went on.
After a while, they found a fine place to build their house. Big Pig cut down the trees. Miles Mouse gnawed the pegs. Rex Ram pounded the pegs into the wall. Dixie Duck stuffed the cracks with leaves. The old dog barked to keep the foxes away.
Soon their fine house was done.
They all said, “No matter where we roam, there is no place like home.”
No. 70 Flee the Bee
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Elizabeth Leigh Scagel
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Wild Goats
Once a boy had three goats. One was a great big goat. One was a middle-sized goat. And one was a little bitty goat.
The boy lived near a hill. Each day he took the goats to the hill to eat the green grass.
One morning on the way to the hill, the goats ran into a turnip field. The boy ran after the goats, but he could not get them out. So he sat down on the grass and cried.
Along came a cat. “Why are you crying?” asked the cat.
“Woe is me,” said the boy. “My goats are in the turnip field. I tried to chase them out. But they would not come. They would not yield.”
“This is a mission for me,” said the cat. “I will do it for you.”
So the cat ran after the goats. She could not get them no matter how hard she tried. So she sat down on the grass by the boy and cried.
Hop To It
Soon a rabbit hopped by. “Why are you crying?” asked the rabbit.
“Oh,” said the cat. “I cry because the boy cries.”
“And I cry because my goats are in the turnip field. I tried to chase them
out. But they would not come. They would not yield.”
“This is a mission for me,” said the rabbit. “I will do it for you. Those goats are no match for me. I will get them out. Just wait and see.”
So the rabbit hop, hop, hopped after the goats, but he could not get them out no matter how hard he tried. So he too sat down by the cat and the boy on the grass and cried.
Fox Fail
While they sat crying, along came a fox.
“Why are you crying?” asked the fox.
“Oh,” said the rabbit, “I cry because the cat cries."
“And I cry because the boy cries,” said the cat.
“And I cry because my goats are in the turnip field. I tried to chase them out. But they would not come. They would not yield.”
“This is a mission for me,” said the fox. “I can get them out. Some folks say I am sneaky and sly. I’ll have those goats out in just one try.”
So the fox sneaked into the turnip field. He ran and ran at the goats, but he could not get them out no matter how hard he tried.
So the fox sat down by the boy, the cat, and the rabbit, and he cried.
Flee the Bee
A little bee came buzzing by and saw them crying.
“Why are you crying?” said the bee.
“Oh,” said the fox, “I cry because the rabbit cries.”
“And I cry because the cat cries,” said the rabbit.
“And I cry because the boy cries,” said the cat.
“And I cry because my goats are in the turnip field. I tried to chase them out. But they would not come. They would not yield.”
“This is a mission for me,” said the bee. “I will get them out.”
“You?” they all cried. “How can a little bee get three goats out of a turnip field?”
“Watch me and see,” said the bee.
Away flew the bee to the turnip field. One by one they watched the goats flee. Away they ran from the stings of the bee.
“Oh thank you!” cried the boy with glee. “You are the finest bee I ever did see.”