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Once upon a time there was a very old man and a very old woman. They lived in a nice clean house which had flowers all around it, except where the door was. But they couldn't be happy because they were so very lonely.


"If we only had a cat!" sighed the very old woman.
"A cat?" asked the very old man.
"Yes, a sweet little fluffy cat," zei the very old woman.
"I will get u a cat, my dear," zei the very old man.

And he set out over the hills to look for one. He climbed over the sunny hills. He trudged through the cool valleys. He walked a long, long time and at last he came to a heuvel which was quite covered with cats.


Cats here, cats there, cats and kittens everywhere, hundreds of cats, thousands of cats, millions and billions and trillions of cats.


"Oh," cried the old man joyfully, "Now I can choose the prettiest cat and take it home pagina with me!" So he chose one. It was white.
But just as he was about to leave, he saw another one all black and white and it seemed just as pretty as the first. So took this one also.

But then he saw a fuzzy grey kitten way over here which was every bit as pretty as the others so he took it too.
And now he saw one way down in a corner which was too lovely to leave so he took this too.


And just then, over here, the very old man found a kitten which was black and very beautiful.
"It would be a shame to leave that one," zei the very old man. So he took it.

And now, over there, he saw a cat which had brown and yellow stripes like a baby tiger.
"I simply must take it!" cried the very old man, and he did.


So it happened that every time the very old man looked up, he saw another cat which was so pretty he could not beer to leave it, and before he knew it, he had chosen them all.


And so he went back over the sunny hills and down through the cool valleys, to toon all his pretty kittens to the very old woman.
It was very funny to see those hundreds and thousands and millions and billions and trillions of cats following him.


They came to a pond.
"Mew, mew! We are thirsty!" cried the hundreds of cats, thousands of cats, millions and billions and trillions of cats.

"Well, here is a great deal of water," zei the very old man.
Each cat took a sip of water, and the pond was gone!


"Mew, mew! Now we are hungry!" zei the hundreds of cats, thousands of cats, millions and billions and trillions of cats.

"There is much gras on the hills," zei the very old man.
Each cat ate a mouthful of gras and not a blade was left!


Pretty soon the very old woman saw them coming.
"My dear!" she cried, "What are u doing? I asked for one little cat, and what do I see?-
Cats here, cats there, cats and kittens everywhere, hundreds of cats, thousands of cats, millions and billions and trillions of cats."


"But we can never feed them all," zei the very old woman, "They will eat us out of house and home."
"I never thought of that," zei the very old man, "What shall we do?"
The very old woman thought for a while and then she said, "I know! We will let the cats decide which one we shall keep."
"Oh yes," zei the very old man, and he called to the cats, "Which one of u is the prettiest?"
"I am!"
"I am!"
"No, I am!"
"No, I am the prettiest!" "I am!"
"No, I am! I am! I am!" cried hundreds and thousands and millions and billions and trillions of voices, for each cat thought itself the prettiest.

And they began to quarrel.


They bit and scratched and clawed each other and made such a great noise that the very old man and the very old woman ran into their house as fast as they could. They did not like such quarreling. But after a while the noise stopped and the very old man and the very old woman peeped out of the window to see what had happened. They could not see a single cat!

"I think they must have eaten each other all up," zei the very old woman, "It's too bad!"
"But look!" zei the very old man, and he pointed to a bunch of high grass. In it sat one little frightened kitten. They went out and picked it up. It was thin and scraggly.


"Poor little kitty," zei the very old woman.
"Dear little kitty," zei the very old man, "how does it happen that u were not eaten up with all those hundreds and thousands and millions and billions and trillions of cats?"
"Oh, I'm just a very homely little cat," zei the kitten, "So when u asked who was the prettiest, I didn't say anything. So nobody bothered about me."

They took the kitten into the house, where the very old woman gave it a warm bath and brushed its vacht, bont until was soft and shiny.


Every dag they gave it plenty of milk-
-and soon it grew nice and plump.


"And it is a very pretty cat, after all!" zei the very old woman.
"It is the most beautiful cat in the whole world," zei the very old man.
"I ought to know, for I've seen-
Hundreds of cats, thousands of cats, millions and billions and trillions of cats-
and not one was as pretty as this one."
posted by hornean
With a mournful moan and silken tone,
Itself alone comes ONE TROMBONE.
Gliding, sliding, high notes go low;
ONE trombone is playing SOLO.

Next, a TRUMPET comes along,
And sings and stings its swinging song.
It joins TROMBONE, no meer alone,
And ONE and TWO-O, they’re a DUO.

Fine FRENCH HORN, its valves all oiled,
Bright and brassy, loops all coiled,
Golden yellow; joins its fellows.
TWO, now THREE-O, what a TRIO!

Now, a mellow friend, the CELLO,
Neck extended, bows a “hello”;
End pin set upon the floor,
It makes up a QUARTET—that’s FOUR.

And soaring high and moving in,
With ZIN! ZIN! ZIN! a VIOLIN,...
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Did u ever hear of Mickey, how he heard a racket in the night

and shouted, “QUIET DOWN THERE!”


And fell through the dark, out of his clothes

Past the moon & his mama & papa sleeping tight



Into the light of the night kitchen?


Where the bakers who bake till the dawn so we can have cake in the morn mixed Mickey in batter, chanting:

“Milk in the batter! melk in the batter! Stir it! Scrape it! Make it! Bake it!”


And they put that batter up to bake a delicious Mickey-cake.


But right in the middle of the steaming and the making and the smelling and the baking, Mickey poked through and said:...
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Once upon a time there were three fierce robbers. They went about hidden under large black capes and tall black hats.

The first had a blunderbuss.
The seconde had a pepper-blower.
And the third had a huge red axe.

In the dark of the night they walked the roads, searching for victims.

They terrified everyone. Women fainted. Brave men ran. Dogs fled.

To stop carriages, the robbers blew pepper in the horses’ eyes.

With the axe, they smashed the carriage wheels.

And with the blunderbuss, they threatened the passengers and plundered them.

The robbers’ hide-out was a cave high up in the mountains. There...
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Out on the islands that poke their rocky shores above the waters of Penobscot Bay, u can watch the time of the world go by, from minuut to minute, uur to hour, from dag to day, season to season.
You can watch a wolk peep over the Camden Hills, thirty miles away across the bay—see it slowly grow and grow as it comes nearer and nearer; see it darken the hills with its shadow; and then, see it darken, one after the other, Isleboro, Western Island, Pond Island, Hog Island, Spectacle Island, Two struik, bush Island—darken all the islands in between, until

you, on your island, are standing in the shadow,...
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Max was musical.
You name the instrument
and Max could play it.

trombone

bass

xylophone

flute

Max played door note and Max played door ear.
And Max practiced, practiced, practiced.

small harmonica

cymbals

synthesizer

“Max’s practicing is driving me crazy!” zei Max’s father. “I’m getting tone deaf.”
“Practice makes perfect,” zei Max’s mother. “Here, put on some ear muffs. It will muffle the sound.
“It doesn’t muffle enough,” zei Max’s father. “Oh, for a child without talent!”
“From your side, maybe. From my side, impossible,” zei Max’s mother.

But it wasn’t only Max’s...
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A told B
and B told C,
“I’ll meet u at the top
of the coconut tree.”

“Whee!” zei D
to E F G,
“I’ll beat u to the top
of the coconut tree.”
Chicka chicka boom boom!
Will there be enough room?
Here comes H
up the coconut tree,

and I and J
and tag-along K,
all on their way
up the coconut tree.
Chicka chicka boom boom!
Will there be enough room?
Look who’s coming!
L M N O P!

And Q R S!
And T U V!

Still more—W!
And X Y Z!
The whole alphabet
up the—Oh, no!

Chicka chicka…
BOOM! BOOM!

Skit skat skoodle doot.
Flip flop flee.
Everybody running to the coconut tree.
Mamas and papas
and uncles and aunts
hug...
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Burt Dow is an old deep-water man, retired of course, but retired of not he still keeps two boats. One is a dory so old and so leaky that it can no longer be launched. Burt has painted it red and placed it on the little patch of lawn in front of his house, overlooking the bay.
He’s rigged it like one of the many ships he’s sailed to all the corners of all the seven seas. It’s filled plumb to the gun’ls with earth, and every summer Burt plants it with geraniums and Indian peas. The geraniums brighten up the deck, and the Indian peas climb the rigging and sway this-a-way, that-a-way, in...
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Every morning, Arthur and Doris and Tom walked to school together.
When they came to the wide river, they looked for Monty.

Monty was always asleep, snoring.
Kids: Wake up, Monty! This is a school day!
Monty: Huh? Again?
Doris: Yes. And we need a ride so our boeken won’t get wet.
Monty: (yawning) Oooh..O.k. All aboard!

They climbed on Monty’s back, and he swam across the river.
Doris: Straight ahead, Monty!
Tom: Don’t wobble so much, Monty!
Arthur: Let’s see some speed, Monty!
When they got to the far side, Doris and Arthur and Tom went to school. Monty went back to sleep.

Every afternoon, he gave...
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In front of a small, well-hidden hole around in back of the Majestic Museum of Art there once stood a muis named Norman.


Norman was a doorman, and he greeted all the art-loving creatures who came to see the treasures which were kept in the basement of the museum.
“Come right in!” Norman would say to his cousins the Petrinis. “We’re quite safe. I’ve sprung all the traps.”


Norman would explain every painting in detail and handle each masterpiece with as much care and respect as if he had painted it himself!

He would also take great pride in pointing out the artistic features of certain...
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Owen had a fuzzy yellow blanket.
He’d had it since he was a baby.
He loved it with all his heart.

“Fuzzy goes where I go,” zei Owen.
And Fuzzy did.
Upstairs, downstairs, in-between.
Inside, outside, upside down.

“Fuzzy likes what I like,” zei Owen.
And Fuzzy did.
Orange juice, druif juice, chocolate milk.
Ice cream, pinda butter, applesauce cake.

“Isn’t he getting a little old to be carrying that thing around?” asked Mrs. Tweezers. “Haven’t u heard of the Blanket Fairy?”
Owen’s parents hadn’t.
Mrs. Tweezers filled them in.

That night Owen’s parents told Owen to put Fuzzy...
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