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Compilation copyright © 2004 by Random House, Inc.

The Saggy Baggy Elephant copyright © 1947, renewed 1975 by Random House, Inc.
The Kitten Who Thought He Was a Mouse copyright © 1951, 1954, renewed 1979, 1982 by Random House, Inc.
How the Leopard Got Its Spots copyright © 2000 by Random House, Inc.
Mister Dog copyright © 1952, renewed 1980 by Random House, Inc.
Animal Orchestra copyright © 1958, renewed 1986 by Random House, Inc.
The Lion’s Paw copyright © 1960, renewed 1988 by Random House, Inc.
Baby Animals copyright © 1952, 1956, renewed 1980, 1984 by Random House, Inc.
The Golden Egg Book copyright © 1947, renewed 1975 by Random House, Inc.
Animal Friends copyright © 1953, renewed 1981 by Random House, Inc.
The Big Brown Bear copyright © 1947, renewed 1975 by Random House, Inc.
Home for a Bunny copyright © 1956, 1961, renewed 1984, 1989 by Random House, Inc.
How the Camel Got Its Hump copyright © 2001 by Random House, Inc.
Tawny Scrawny Lion copyright © 1952, renewed 1980 by Random House, Inc.
All rights reserved under International and Pan-American Copyright Conventions. Published in the United States by
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in Canada by Random House of Canada Limited, Toronto. Golden Books, A Golden Book, a Little Golden Book, and
the G colophon are registered trademarks of Random House, Inc.
The Saggy Baggy Elephant is a registered trademark of Random House, Inc.
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ISBN: 0-375-83128-2
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Printed in the United States of America First Random House Edition 2004
Book design by Roberta Ludlow
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 Contents
The Saggy Baggy Elephant • 1
By Kathryn and Byron Jackson Illustrated by Gustaf Tenggren

The Kitten Who Thought He Was a Mouse *25

By Miriam Norton Illustrated by Garth Williams

How the Leopard Got Its Spots *51

By Justine and Ron Fontes Illustrated by Keiko Motoyama

Mister Dog *70

By Margaret Wise Brown Illustrated by Garth Williams

Animal Orchestra • 93
By Ho Orleans Illustrated by Tibor Gergely

The Lions Paw *117

By Jane Werner Watson Illustrated by Gustaf Tenggren

Baby Animals • 141

By Garth Williams

The Golden Egg Book *165

By Margaret Wise Brown Illustrated by Leonard Weisgard

Animal Lriends *189

By Jane Werner Illustrated by Garth Williams

The Big Brown Bear *213

By Georges Duplaix Illustrated by Gustaf Tenggren

Home for a Bunny • 237

By Margaret Wise Brown Illustrated by Garth Williams

How the Camel Got Its Hump *261

By Justine and Ron Fontes Illustrated by Keiko Motoyama

Tawny Scrawny Lion • 282

By Kathryn Jackson Illustrated by Gustaf Tenggren
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THE SAGGY BAGGY
ELEPHANT
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|H1 happy little elephant was dancing through the
jungle. He thought he was dancing beautifully one-
two-three-kick. But whenever he went one-two-
three, his big feet pounded so that they shook the
whole jungle. And whenever he went kick, he kicked
over a tree or a bush.

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 The little elephant danced along leaving wreckage
behind him, until one day, he met a parrot.
“Why are you shaking the jungle all to pieces?”
cried the parrot, who had never before seen an
elephant. “What kind of animal are you, anyway?”

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 The little elephant said, “I don’t know what kind
of animal I am. I live all alone in the jungle. I dance
and I kick—and I call myself Sooki. It’s a good¬
sounding name, and it fits me, don’t you think?”
“Maybe,” answered the parrot, “but if it does it’s
the only thing that does fit you. Your ears are too big
for you, and your nose is way too big for you. And
your skin is much, MUCH too big for you. It’s baggy
and saggy. You should call yourself Saggy-Baggy!”
Sooki sighed. His pants did look pretty wrinkled.
I’d be glad to improve myself,” he said, “but I
don’t know how to go about it. What shall I do?”
“I can’t tell you. I never saw anything like you in
all my life!” replied the parrot.
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 The little elephant tried to smooth out his skin
He rubbed it with his trunk. That did no good.

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 He pulled up his pants legs—but they fell right
back into dozens of wrinkles.
It was very disappointing, and the parrots saucy
laugh didn’t help a bit.
Just then a tiger came walking along. He was a
beautiful, sleek tiger. His skin fit him like a glove.

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 Sooki rushed up
to him and said:
“Tiger, please tell
me why your skin
fits so well! The
parrot says mine is
all baggy and saggy,
and I do want to make it fit me like yours fits you!”
The tiger didn’t care a fig about Sooki’s troubles,
but he did feel flattered and important, and he did
feel just a little mite hungry.
“My skin always did fit,” said the tiger. “Maybe
its because I take a lot of exercise. But ...” added
the tiger, “. . . if you don’t care for exercise, I shall
be delighted to nibble a few of those extra pounds
of skin off for you!”
“Oh no, thank you! No, thank you!” cried Sooki.
“I love exercise! Just watch me!”
Sooki ran until he was well beyond reach.

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 Then he did somersaults and rolled on his back.
He walked on his hind legs and he walked on his
front legs.
When Sooki wandered down to the river to get
a big drink of water, he met the parrot. The parrot
laughed harder than ever.
“I tried exercising,” sighed the little elephant.
“Now I don’t know what to do.”
“Soak in the water the way the crocodile does,”
laughed the parrot. “Maybe your skin will shrink.”
So Sooki tramped straight into the water.

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 But before he had soaked nearly long enough to
shrink his skin, a great big crocodile came swimming
up, snapping his fierce jaws and looking greedily at
Sooki’s tender ears.

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The little elephant clambered up the bank and ran

away, feeling very discouraged.
“I’d better hide in a dark place where my bags and
sags and creases and wrinkles wont show,” he said.
By and by he found a deep dark cave, and with a
heavy sigh he tramped inside and sat down.

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 Suddenly, he heard a fierce growling and
grumbling and snarling. He peeped out of the cave
and saw a lion padding down the path.
cTm hungry!” roared the lion. “I haven’t had a
thing to eat today. Not a thing except a thin, bony
antelope, and a puny monkey—and a buffalo, but
such a tough one! And two turtles, but you can’t
count turtles. There’s nothing much to eat between
those saucers they wear for clothes! I’m hungryl I
could eat an elephant/”
And he began to pad straight toward the dark
cave where the little elephant was hidden.
“This is the end
of me, sags, bags,
wrinkles and all,”
thought Sooki, and
he let out one last,
trumpeting bellow!

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 Just as he did, the jungle was filled with a terrible
crashing and an awful stomping. A whole herd of
great gray wrinkled elephants came charging up, and
the big hungry lion jumped up in the air, turned
around, and ran away as fast as he could go.
Sooki peeped out of the cave and all the big
elephants smiled at him. Sooki thought they were
the most beautiful creatures he had ever seen.

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 1 I wish I looked just like you,” he said.
‘ You do,” grinned the big elephants. “You’re a
perfectly dandy little elephant!”
And that made Sooki so happy that he began to

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dance one-two-three-kick through the jungle, with
all those big, brave, friendly elephants behind him.
The saucy parrot watched them dance. But this time
he didn’t laugh, not even to himself.

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THE KITTEN
who thought he was a
 JLhere were five Miggses: Mother and
Father Miggs and Lester and two sisters.

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 They had, as field mice usually do, an outdoor
nest for summer in an empty lot, and an indoor
nest for winter in a nearby house.

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 They were very surprised, one summer day, to
find a strange bundle in their nest—a small gray
and black bundle of fur and ears and legs, with
eyes not yet open. They knew by its mewing that
the bundle must be a kitten, a lost kitten with no
family and no name.

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“Poor kitty,” said the sisters.
“Let him stay with us,” said Lester.
“But a cat!” said Mother Miggs.

“Why not?” said Father Miggs.

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 “We can bring him up to be a good mouse.
He need never find out that he is really a cat.
You’ll see—he’ll be a good thing for this family.”
“Let’s call him Mickey,” said Lester.
And that’s how Mickey Miggs found his new
family and a name.
After his eyes opened, Mickey began to grow
up just as mice do, eating all kinds of seeds and
bugs, drinking from puddles, and sleeping in a
cozy pile of brother and sister mice.

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 Father Miggs showed him his first tomcat—at a safe
distance—and warned him to “keep away from all cats
and dogs and people.”

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 Mickey saw his first mousetrap—“The most
dangerous thing of all,” said Mother Miggs—
when they moved to the indoor nest that fall.

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 He was too clumsy to steal bait from
traps himself, so Lester and the sisters had
to share with him what they stole.

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 But Mickey was useful in fooling the
household cat, Hazel. He practiced up on
meowing—for usually, of course, he
squeaked—and became clever at what he
thought was imitating a cat.

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 He would hide in a dark corner and then, “Meow!
Meow!” he’d cry. Hazel would poke around, leaving
the pantry shelves unguarded while she looked for the
other cat. That gave Lester and his sisters a chance to
make a raid on the leftovers.
Poor Hazel! She knew she heard, even smelled,
another cat, and sometimes she saw cats eyes shining
in a corner. But no cat ever came out to meet her.
 How could she know that Mickey didn’t know he
was a cat at all, and that he feared Hazel as much as
the mousiest mouse would!
And so Mickey Miggs grew, becoming a better
mouse all the time and enjoying his life. He loved
cheese, bacon, and cake crumbs.
 He got especially good at smelling out potato skins, and
led the sisters and Lester straight to them every time.
“A wholesome and uncatlike food,” said Mother Miggs
to Father Miggs approvingly. “Mickey is doing well.”
And Father Miggs said to Mother Miggs, “I told you so!”

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 Then one day, coming from a nap in the
wastepaper basket, Mickey met the children of the
house, Peggy and Paul.
“Ee-eeeeeek! ” Mickey squeaked in terror. He
dashed along the walls of the room, looking for his
mousehole.
“Its a kitten!” cried Peggy, as Mickey squeezed
through the hole.
uBut it acts like a mouse,” said Paul.

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 The children could not understand why the
kitten had been so mouselike, but they decided
to try to make friends with him.
That night, as Mickey came out of his hole,
he nearly tripped over something lying right
there in front of him. He sniffed at it. It was a
dish, and in the dish was something to drink.

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 “What is it?” asked Mickey. Lester didn’t know,
but timidly tried a little. “No good,” he said,
shaking his whiskers.
Mickey tried it, tried some more, then some
more and some more and more and more—until
it was all gone.
“Mmmmmmmmm!” he said. “What wonderful
stuff.”
“Its probably poison and you’ll get sick,” said
Lester disgustedly. But it wasn’t poison and
Mickey had a lovely feeling in his stomach from
drinking it. It was milk, of course. And every
night that week Mickey found a saucer of milk
outside that same hole. He lapped up every drop.
“He drank it, he drank it!” cried Peggy and
Paul happily each morning. They began to set
out a saucerful in the daytime, too.
At first Mickey would drink the milk only
when he was sure Peggy and Paul were nowhere
around. Soon he grew bolder and began to trust
them in the room with him.
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 And soon he began to let them come nearer
and nearer and nearer still.
Then one day he found himself scooped up
and held in Peggy’s arms. He didn’t feel
scared. He felt fine. And he felt a queer noise
rumble up his back and all through him. It
was Mickey’s first purr.

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 Peggy and Paul took Mickey to a shiny glass on
the wall and held him close in front of it. Mickey,
who had never seen a mirror, saw a cat staring at
him there, a cat in Pauls hands, where he thought
he was. He began to cry, and his cry, instead of
being a squeak, was a mewing wail.

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 Finally Mickey began to understand that he
was not a mouse like Lester and his sisters, but a
cat like Hazel.
He stayed with Peggy and Paul that night,
trying not to be afraid of his own cat-self. He
still didn’t quite believe it all, however, and next
morning he crept back through his old hole
straight to Mother Miggs.
“Am I really a cat?” he cried.

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 “Yes,” said Mother Miggs sadly. And she told
him the whole story of how he was adopted and
brought up as a mouse. “We loved you and
wanted you to love us,” she explained. “It was
the only safe and fair way to bring you up.”

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 After talking with Mother Miggs, Mickey decided
to be a cat in all ways. He now lives with Peggy and
Paul, who also love him, and who can give him lots
of good milk, and who aren’t afraid of his purr or
his meow.
Mickey can’t really forget his upbringing, however.
He takes an old rubber mouse of Peggy’s to bed with
him.

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 He often visits the Miggses in the indoor nest,
where he nibbles cheese tidbits and squeaks about
old times.
And of course he sees to it that Hazel no longer
prowls in the pantry at night.

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 uOh, I’m so fat and stuffed from eating so
much in Hazels pantry,” Father Miggs often says
happily to Mother Miggs. “I always said our
Mickey would be a good thing for the family—
and he is!”
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history of dots and spots and related topics. For
years and years, people have been trying to
figure out how the leopard got its spots. They’ve
come up with some wild stories. Here are a few:

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One tale from East Africa says that two lion cubs,
let’s call them Burt and Giggles, once watched some
humans decorating their faces and bodies with paint.
"That looks like fun!” Giggles said.
Burt agreed.
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each other. Giggles used his paws to put black spots all
over Burt. Then it was Burt’s turn to paint Giggles.
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so scared, he accidentally spilled the pot of paint over
Ciggies’s head!

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writer, Rudyard Kipling. According to Kipling, the
Sandy Leopard was so good at hunting in the Sandy
Savanna that he scared off the Sandy Wildebeest, the
Sandy Zebra, and the Sandy Giraffe.
That is when the Sandy Leopard became the Hungry
Sandy Leopard!

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And that is how Kipling thinks the leopard got its spots.

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new. Leopard had no spots.
Leopard loved to stretch out on a shady tree limb,
wait for a tasty critter to come by, and then . . .
Pounce!
 Leopard was so good at pouncing that fewer and
fewer animals dared to eat leaves from his tree. And
the tree was so grateful to Leopard that it became his |$f
 Soon all the animals wised up. They learned to stay away
from Leopard’s tree, so Leopard had to come down from
the tree to hunt. By now Leopard was very hungry!

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 But when Leopard came out of cover, he was easy
to see in the forest. All the animals ran away from
him and hid.

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 .

"Hunting is such hard work!” complained Leopard to

the tree. "If only I could wear your shadows. Then I
could surprise the animals and . . . pounce!”
"What a marvelous idea!” exclaimed the tree. "Here
 Leopardi licked the leaf shadows and stuck them on his
fur. Soon he was covered in spots and could not be seen
could oounce «

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 And whenever he is not pouncing, Leopard
returns to his beloved tree, which is where you’ll
find him to this day.

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Once upon a time there was a funny dog
named Crispins Crispian. He was named
Crispins Crispian because—

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he belonged to himself.

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in the mornings, he woke himself up and he went

to the icebox and gave himself some bread and milk.
He was a funny old dog. He liked strawberries.
 Then he took himself for a walk. And he
went wherever he wanted to go.
But one morning he didn’t know where he
wanted to go.
“Just walk and sooner or later you’ll get
somewhere,” he said to himself.

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 Soon he came to a country where there were
lots of dogs. They barked at him and he
 But he still wanted to go somewhere, so he
walked on until he came to a country where
there were lots of cats and rabbits.
The cats and rabbits jumped in the air
and ran. So Crispian jumped in the air and
ran after them.

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 He didnt catch them because he ran bang into
a little boy.
“Who are you and who do you belong to?”
asked the little boy.
“I am Crispins Crispian and I belong to
myself, said Crispian. “Who and what are you?”
“I am a boy,” said the boy, “and I belong to
myself.”
“I am so glad,” said Crispins Crispian. “Come
and live with me.”
 Then they went to a butcher shop- -“to get
his poor dog a bone,” Crispian said.

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 Now, since Crispins Crispian belonged to himself,
he gave himself the bone and trotted home with it.
And the boy s little boy bought a big lamb chop
and a bright green vegetable and trotted home with
Crispins Crispian.

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 Crispins Crispian lived in a two-story doghouse in
a garden. And in his two-story doghouse, he had a
little fur living room with a warm fire that crackled
all winter and went out in the summer.
His house was always warm. His house had a
chimney for the smoke to go out. And upstairs there
was a little bedroom with a bed in it and a place for
his leash and a pillow under which he hid his bones.
And there was plenty of room in his house for the
boy to live there with him.
 Crispian had a little kitchen upstairs in his
two-story doghouse where he fixed himself a
good dinner three times a day because he liked
to eat. He liked steaks and chops and roast beef
and chopped meat and raw eggs.
This evening he made a bone soup with lots
of meat in it. He gave some to the boy, and the
boy liked it. The boy didn’t give Crispian his
chop bone, but he put some of his bright green
vegetable in the soup.

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 And what did Crispian do with his dinner?
Did he put it in his stomach?
Yes, indeed.
He chewed it up and swallowed it into his
little fat stomach.

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 And what did the little boy do with his dinner?
Did he put it in his stomach?
Yes, indeed.
He chewed it up and swallowed it into his
little fat stomach.

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 Crispins Crispian was a conservative.
He liked everything at the right time-
dinner at dinner time,
lunch at lunchtime,
breakfast in time for breakfast,
and sunrise at sunrise,
and sunset at sunset.
And at bedtime—
At bedtime, he liked everything in its
own place—
the cup in the saucer,
the chair under the table,
the stars in the heavens,
the moon in the sky,
and himself in his own little bed.

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Then he curled in a warm little heap and went to
sleep. And he dreamed his own dreams.
That was what the dog who belonged to himself did.

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 And what did the boy who belonged to himself do?
The boy who belonged to himself curled in a
warm little heap and went to sleep. And he dreamed
his own dreams.
That was what the boy who belonged to himself did.

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 GOOD NIGHT
AND
SWEET DREAMS
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In Animal Town
It was Musical Day.
The orchestra
Had gathered to ph
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Everyone came
To hear and to see
The big sign said:
ADMISSION FREE!
Up to the platform
Each animal went,
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Then came the conductor
With stick in his hand—
The handsomest Hippo
In Animal Land.
He tapped his foot.
He waved his hand,
And cried to the players:
“Strike up the band!”
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The gray Seals barked.
They lifted their fins,
And tweedled upon
Their violins.
On their yellow cellos.

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 The Monkey wiggled
A brass trombone.
The Llama blew
A saxophone.

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The Elephant
Kept trumpeting.
The Camel plucked
His mandolin string.
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Upon his cymbals

The Bear clang-clanged.

Upon his guitar

The Fox twang-twanged!

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The Yak beat the drum;
The Wolf played the fife.
Each beast was enjoying
The time of his life.

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They whistled! They fiddled!
They thumped! They blew!
What a roar! What a din!
What a great to-do!
The animal girls—
The animal boys—
The animal audience
Made a great noise.
They slapped their tails,
They clapped their paws,
And that is how
 The conductor bowed,
And bowed and bowed.

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All of the orchestra
Players were proud.

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 The Hippo was happy
On Musical Day,
For everyone shouted:

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 Ow/ roared the lion.
"There is a thorn in my paw.
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"Not I,” said the solid rhinoceros.
"I am sharpening my pointed horn."
"Not I,” said the startled kudu.
"I am racing away from here!”
"Not I,” whispered the tall
giraffe among the tip-top leaves.
"Not I,” said the bouncing baboon.
"I am having too much fun.”

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"Who will take the thorn out?"
asked the crowned crane.
"Not I,” said the hippopotamus.
"I am cooling off in the mud.”

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 "Not I,” said the striped zebra.
"I am kicking up my heels."

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"Not I,” said the bright-eyed monkey.
"I am swinging by my tail.”

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"Not I,” said the big gorilla.
"I am scratching away my fleas.”
"Not I,” said the elegant gazelle.
"I am leaping across the veld.”
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"Will no one remove the thorn?”

called the ibis by the purple pool.

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"Not I,” said the slippery crocodile,
smiling a hungry smile.

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 "Not I,” said the trumpeting elephant.
"I am taking a shower.”

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Not I,” said the spotted leopard.
I am slinking through the shade.”

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"Not I,” said the solemn buffalo.
"I have too much work to do."
 "Who will help the lion?” cried the
ostrich running over the desert sands.

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"Not I,” said the sulky camel.
"I am chewing my chewy cud.”

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 "Not I,” said the swooping vulture.
"I’m busy hunting a meal.”

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"Not I,” said the fast cheetah.

"I’m busy hunting, too."

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 "I will said the little mouse
And she did!

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 Baby Bear holds his toes. He wants to be a
circus bear when he grows up. He wants to
make all the children laugh.
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 Baby Squirrel has come to see what
his little cousin the chipmunk is so busy
doing at the end of the long branch.
 Baby Chipmunk has a delicious nut
and he is going to stuff it into his cheek
before the baby squirrel gets it. They
both like nuts to eat.

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 Baby Fox is full of mischief. He is hoping
he will find a sleepy rabbit to chase, but the
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 Baby Lamb is dancing over the hills
and meadows. It is spring and everyone
wants to dance after the cold winter.

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 Baby Opossum is pretending to be
dead. If a big bad dog comes along he
will play dead and the dog will go away.

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 Baby Skunk is fooled by his playmate
lying so still.

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 Baby Lion roars “Ahrrroum” just like
his father. One day he hopes he will be
king of the jungle.

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 Baby Tiger says, “You frighten me.”
Baby Tiger looks like a great big kitten,
and he loves to play like one.

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 Baby Giraffe is so tall that he has to
bend down to stay in the picture. He
never makes a sound, and he can run
very fast.-

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 Baby Monkey swings from branch to
branch. He holds on with his two hands,
with his two feet, and with his tail.

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 Baby Orang-utan also lives in the
trees. He is putting a leaf on his head to
keep the sun off.

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 Baby Kangaroo hops like six rabbits.
He uses his big tail to keep his balance,
so he won’t fall.

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 Baby Koala Bear lives in Australia like
Baby Kangaroo. He sleeps in the eucalyptus
tree at night and eats its leaves in the
daytime.

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winter long. Now he is eating tender
grass and a small, tasty root. Soon he
will be very plump.

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sees a big bumblebee. “I don’t think I will
go any farther,” he says.

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never eats anything until he has washed
it first. He even washes a fish.

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lived a lively family of animals.

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 There were Miss Kitty and Mr. Pup, Brown Bunny, Little
Chick, Fluffy Squirrel, Poky Turtle, and Tweeter Bird.

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 Each had his litde chest and his little bed and chair, and
they took turns cooking on their little kitchen stove.

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 They got along nicely when it came to sharing toys,
being quiet at nap times and keeping the house neat.
But they could not agree on food.
When Miss Kitty cooked, they had milk and catnip tea
and little bits of liver on their plates.
Pup didn’t mind the liver, but the rest were unhappy.

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 And they didn’t like any better the juicy bones Pup
served them in his turn.

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 When Bunny fixed the meals, she arranged lettuce leaves
and carrot nibbles with artistic taste, but only Tweeter Bird
would eat any of them. And when Tweeter served worms,
and crispy, chewy seeds, only Little Chick would eat them.

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 Little Chick liked bugs and beetles even better. Poky
hurtle would nibble at them, but what he really hungered
for were tasty ants’ eggs.
Fluffy Squirrel wanted nuts and nuts and nuts. Without
his sharp teeth and his firm paws, the others could not get
a nibble from a nut, so they all went hungry when Fluffy
got the meals.
 Finally they all knew something must be done. They
gathered around the fire one cool and cozy evening and
talked things over.

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 “The home for me,” said Mr. Pup, wistfully, “is a place
where I can have lots of bones and meat every day.”
“I want milk and liver instead of bugs and seeds,” said
Miss Kitty, daintily smoothing her skirt. “That’s the kind
of home for me.”
“Nuts for me,” said Squirrel. “And I’ll get them myself.”
“Ants’ eggs,” yawned Turtle.
“Crispy lettuce,” whispered Bunny.
“A stalk of seeds,” dreamed Bird, “and some worms
make a home for me.”
“New homes are what we need,” said Mr. Pup. And
everyone agreed.
So bright and early next morning they packed their
little satchels and they said their fond good-by’s.
Squirrel did not pack. He waved good-by to them all.
For he had decided to stay in the house in the woods.

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 He started right in to gather nuts.
Soon there were nuts in the kitchen stove, nuts in the
cupboards, nuts piled up in all the empty beds. There was
scarcely room for that happy little Squirrel.
 The others hopped along till they came to a garden with
rows and rows of tasty growing things. Heres the home
for me,” said bright-eyed Brown Bunny, and she settled
down there at the roots of a big tree.

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 Little Chick found a chicken yard full of lovely
scratchy gravel where lived all kinds of crispy,
crunchy bugs.
uHere I stay,” chirped Chick, squeezing under
the fence to join the other chickens there.
 Poky Turtle found a pond with a lovely log for napping,
half in the sun, half in the shade.
Close by the log was a busy, bustling ant hill, full of the
eggs Turtle loved.
Tweeter Bird found a nest in a tree above the pond,
where he could see the world, the seeds on the grasses, and
the worms on the ground.
“This is the home for me,” sang Bird happily.

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 Miss Kitty went on till she came to a house where
a little girl welcomed her.
“Here is a bowl of milk for you, Miss Kitty,” said
the little girl, “and a ball of yarn to play with.”
So Miss Kitty settled down in her new home with
a purr.

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 Mr. Pup found a boy in the house next door.
The boy had a bone and some meat for Pup, a bed
for him to sleep in, and a handsome collar to wear.
“Bow wow,” barked Pup. “This is the home
for me.”

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“At last I’ve found the best of all, the very best
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the brook and catch some fish for dinner. But don’t go
near the beehive in the old dead tree. Remember what
they did to you last time.”

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 And the bear’s wife lit the fire and took down her
frying pan.

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 Meanwhile, the big brown bear walked slowly down
the path toward the brook. Of course, he had no intention
of even looking at the hive.
But before he knew it, there he was heading straight for
the old dead tree! He sniffed the good smell of honey and
it made him walk faster, and the faster he walked, the
better it smelled.
As soon as he reached the tree, he pushed his paw into
the hive and grabbed a piece of honeycomb. Inside, the
busy bees were making wax and honey.

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home and stealing their precious honey, they rushed out,
darting in all directions and droning like a million airplanes.

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 The bear yanked out his paw. Then he let out a big
roar, and he ran away so fast that he left the bees far
behind him.

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 Alas, he caught his foot in the root of a tree and
tumbled over and over and rolled down the hill into a
thorn bush.
Swarming after him in a big cloud, the bees were ready
to zoom down on his head. So the poor bear had to act
fast. Pulling and kicking and tugging, he tore himself
loose at last, leaving a great deal of his fur in the bush.

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 He ran toward the brook, jumped into the water, and
hid there with only his nose showing. The water was very
chilly, but he didn’t dare to move.
The bees circled around and around, looking for him
everywhere. Suddenly they spotted him under the water,
and they swooped down and landed smack on his nose.
“Ouch!” he yelled. “Ouch! Ouch!”

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crawled into a deep hole under the bank. He sat in the
dark, all wet and shivering, with his nose getting bigger
and bigger.

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 After a long time, very cautiously, he took a peep
outside. He didn’t see any bees, he didn’t hear any bees,
and of course he couldn’t smell any bees because his nose
was too sore and swollen. So he crawled out, an inch at
a time, and found himself in the sunshine again.

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And he was supposed to catch some fish for dinner!

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 So he knelt on a rock and looked in the water and saw
a big trout. She kept very still, but the bear saw her and
caught her with one flip of his paw.
It made him feel much better. The trout looked even
bigger out of the water, and the bear was so pleased he
couldn’t wait to show her to his wife.

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 But halfway home, as he was going past the old dead
tree, he heard the bees, who were still fighting mad.
They were buzzing around the hive.

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 The brown bear crouched down and crept through the
tall grass, trying to make himself invisible.

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 When he was far from the tree, he straightened up and
raced back to his cave, looking over his shoulder from
time to time.

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 He was so happy to be home that he gave his wife a
great big bear hug and kissed her on both ears. His wife
was quite surprised by such a greeting and guessed right
away that he had done something wrong.
And as soon as she saw his nose, she knew what he
had done.

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“Oh, dear!” she cried. “Why did you go near those bees?”

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 The brown bear had nothing to say for himself except
to promise that he would never, never go anywhere near
the old dead tree again.
His wife put a wet compress on his nose. Then she
cooked the trout and gave him the biggest piece.

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But way deep inside, he wished he had some of that
nice honey for dessert.

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sang the robin.
It was Spring.
The leaves burst out.
The flowers burst out.
And robins burst out of their eggs.
It was Spring.
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a home of his own.
A home for a bunny,
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I would fall on the ground.”
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l^elcome! I am Shari Zodd, and I know a
thousand and one tales!
Today I will tell you some camel tales, for
the camel is a most amazing animal. Every
part of its body is just right for life in the
hot, cold, windy, and dry, dry, dry desert.
But no part of the camel’s body is more
amazing than its hump! How did the camel
get its hump? Listen, and I will tell you.

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 was
created by the mighty Creek god Zeus.

o ne day, Horse asked Zeus for a longer neck,

a broader chest, and a built-in saddle.
 The next thing Horse knew, why, he’d become
a camel! But if you think that would satisfy the
camel, you do not know camels.

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 I he Chinese tell a tale of Camel asking the
Creator for broad feet for walking on shifting . v-c V;-.>
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sands, long eyelashes for keeping out wind, and V-

a hump or two for carrying food and water.

The Creator granted all of this. But was the
camel happy? No! Because all the other animals
laughed at its funny-looking humps.

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 The camel asked to have its homely humps
removed, but this could not be done. xg." g J
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looking down on me?” wailed the camel/:: '.j
 "you shall took down on them!" thundered
the Creator.
From that day on, camels had such a haughty
look that no animal ever dared laugh at them
again. And camels still have their hairy humps,
which come in handy in the desert, as you will
learn in my next tale.

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Long ago, there lived a bandit and his
hardworking camel. Day and night they rode
over the endless, shifting sands.
They rode in the heat of day . . .
. . . They traveled through the cold of night.
They rode into whirling sandstorms.
Camel’s feet became flat from walking. Its
eyelashes grew long from squinting. Its chest
and knees grew furry from resting on the
cold ground.
 Camel became strong from carrying heavy
sacks of food, water, and coins.
But never once did the bandit share his food
or water with poor Camel. So Camel learned to
do without, except for what it could find in the
dry, dry, dry desert.

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 One day, Camel’s broad foot bumped a magic
lamp that contained a genie! As everyone knows,
if you ever find a genie, it will give yod three :
wishes. So the bandit snatched the lamp and

years of health.
Before he could make his third wish, Camel
grunted, "I walked us here. I found the lamp. I
want a wish!”
 "Very well,” said the genie. "What do you
command?”
Camel said, "I wish the water I carried was
for myself.”
Instantly, Camel had its hump!

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 And the bandit had his 50 bags of wealth. But he
didn’t pay taxes on it. So the bandit was sent to
jail, where he was always thirsty, for 50 years.
But a camel is never thirsty—unless it forgets to
fill its hump.

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But what about the most famous camel-got-its-
hump story, the one by Rudyard Kipling? That
story takes place when the world was so new
that there were only a few animals, including
the lazy camel. During the first three days of
the world, the other animals worked very hard.

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 Then Horse asked Camel to trot with him.
But Camel said, "Humph!"
Dog asked Camel to help him fetch and
carry. But Camel said, "Humph!"
Ox asked Camel to help him plow. But
Camel said, "Humph!"

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 The animals begged the Djinn, or Genie, of All
Deserts to do something about the lazy camel.
"He won’t trot,” said Horse.
"He won’t fetch,” said Dog.
"He won’t plow,” said Ox. "He just says,
'Humph!"'
"I’ll humph him, if you’ll kindly wait a minute,
said the genie. "Alakazam!"

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To the camel the genie said, ’’Do you see that?

That’s your very own 'humph’ that you brought
on your very own self by not working.”
"How can I work with a hump on my back?”
the camel humphed.

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 The genie explained, "You can work three times
harder because you can live off your hump." And
the camel still works three times harder, because it
has never caught up with the three days that it
missed at the beginning of the world.
o nee there was a tawny, scrawny, hungry
lion who never could get enough to eat.
He chased monkeys on Monday

kangaroos on Tuesday
bears on Thursday
 camels on Friday

and on Saturday, elephants!

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 And since he caught everything he ran after,
that lion should have been as fat as butter. But he
wasn't at all. The more he ate, the scrawnier and
hungrier he grew.
The other animals didn't feel one bit safe.
They stood at a distance and tried to talk things
over with the tawny, scrawny lion.
 "It's all your fault for running away," he
grumbled. "If I didn't have to run, run, run for
every single bite I get, I'd be fat as butter and
sleek as satin. Then I wouldn't have to eat so
much, and you'd last longer!"
Just then, a fat little rabbit came hopping
through the forest, picking berries. All the big
animals looked at him and grinned slyly.
"Rabbit," they said. "Oh, you lucky rabbit! We
appoint you to talk things over with the lion."
 That made the little rabbit feel very proud.
"What shall I talk about?" he asked eagerly.
"Any old thing/' said the big animals. "The
important thing is to go right up close."
So the fat little rabbit hopped right up to the
big hungry lion and counted his ribs.
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 "You look much too scrawny to talk things
over," he said. "So how about supper at my
house first?"

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 "What's for supper?" asked the lion.
The little rabbit said, "Carrot stew." That
sounded awful to the lion. But the little rabbit
said, "Yes sir, my five fat sisters and my four fat
brothers are making a delicious big carrot stew
right now!"
"What are we waiting for?" cried the lion.
And he went hopping away with the little rabbit,
thinking of ten fat rabbits, and looking just
as jolly as you please.
"Well," grinned all the big animals. "That
should take care of Tawny-Scrawny for today."
 Before very long, the lion began to wonder if
they would ever get to the rabbit's house.
First, the fat little rabbit kept stopping to pick
berries and mushrooms and all sorts of good¬
smelling herbs. And when his basket was full,
what did he do but flop down on the river bank!
"Wait a bit," he said.
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 "I want to catch a few fish for the stew."
That was almost too much for the hungry lion.
For a moment, he thought he would have to
eat that one little rabbit then and there. But he
kept saying "five fat sisters and four fat brothers"
over and over to himself. And at last the two were
on their way again.
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 "Here we are!" said the rabbit, hopping
around a turn with the lion close behind him. Sure
enough, there was the rabbit's house, with a big
pot of carrot stew bubbling over an open fire.
 And sure enough, there were nine more fat,
merry little rabbits hopping around it!
When they saw the fish, they popped them
into the stew, along with the mushrooms and
herbs. The stew began to smell very good indeed.
 And when they saw the tawny, scrawny lion,
they gave him a big bowl of hot stew. And then
they hopped about so busily, that really, it
would have been quite a job for that tired,
hungry lion to catch even one of them!

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So he gobbled his stew, but the rabbits filled

his bowl again. When he had eaten all he could
hold, they heaped his bowl with berries.
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 And when the berries were gone—the tawny,
scrawny lion wasn't scrawny any more! He felt so
good and fat and comfortable that he couldn't
even move.
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 "Here's a fine thing!" he said to himself. "All
these fat little rabbits, and I haven't room inside
for even one!"
He looked at all those fine, fat little rabbits
and wished he'd get hungry again.
 "Mind if I stay a while?" he asked.
"We wouldn't even hear of your going!" said
the rabbits. Then they plumped themselves down
in the lion's lap and began to sing songs.
 And somehow, even when it was time to say
goodnight, that lion wasn't one bit hungry!
Home he went, through the soft moonlight,
singing softly to himself. He curled up in his bed,
patted his sleek, fat tummy, and smiled.
When he woke up in the morning, it was
Monday.
"Time to chase monkeys!" said the lion.
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 But he wasn't one bit hungry for monkeys!
What he wanted was some more of that tasty
carrot stew. So off he went to visit the rabbits.
On Tuesday he didn't want kangaroos, and on
Wednesday he didn't want zebras. He wasn't
hungry for bears on Thursday, or camels on Friday,
or elephants on Saturday.
 All the big animals were so surprised and happy!
They dressed in their best and went to see the
fat little rabbit.
"Rabbit," they said. "Oh, you wonderful
rabbit! What in the world did you talk to the
tawny, scrawny, hungry, terrible lion about?"
 The fat little rabbit jumped up in the air and
said, "Oh, my goodness! We had such a good
time with that nice, jolly lion that I guess we
forgot to talk about anything at all!"

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 And before the big animals could say one word,
the tawny lion came skipping up the path. He had
a basket of berries for the fat rabbit sisters, and
a string of fish for the fat rabbit brothers, and a
big bunch of daisies for the fat rabbit himself.
"I came for supper," he said, shaking paws
 Then he sat down in the soft grass, looking fat
as butter, sleek as satin, and jolly as all get out, all
ready for another good big supper of carrot stew.
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ances are you 11 find it in this delightful
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