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Title: The Wise Mamma Goose

Author: Charlotte B. Herr

Release Date: April 7, 2004 [EBook #11936]

Language: English

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THE WISE MAMMA GOOSE

By CHARLOTTE B. HERR

Designs FRANCES BEEM

1913

THIS LITTLE STORY IS TOLD AND THE LITTLE PICTURES WERE DRAWN FOR A GOOD
LITTLE CHILD NAMED: _______________

THE WISE MAMMA GOOSE

Mamma Goose was trying to think. She had left the barnyard because it
was so noisy there that she could not collect her wits, and had hidden
herself between the rows of tall red hollyhocks which border one side of
the garden. Here, at least, it was quiet.

Thinking had always been hard work for Mamma Goose. And besides, her
family kept her so busy that she had no time for it anyway. There was
always something to be done for the babies.

For Mamma Goose had a whole dozen of the dearest little goslings, and
she was very proud of them. They were soft, and round, and fluffy, like
little yellow balls, and besides being prettier than any other babies in
the barnyard, they were so bright, too, and knew as much as any gosling
could be expected to know,--far more than little Red Hen's chicks, even
though she did make such a fuss about them!

The goslings could hunt for their breakfasts almost as well as their
mother, while little Red Hen had to scratch up every thing her children
ate. And as for the water--well, the chicks were simply not in it there!
They did not like to be in the water at all, but the goslings loved
their morning bath in the brook better than anything else in the whole
day.

Yes, her goslings were by far the finer babies! Mamma Goose swelled with
pride when she thought of it, and carefully smoothed her feathers. She
could have been perfectly happy except for just one thing. She was
afraid that before long something dreadful might happen to the goslings,
and once more she settled herself to think.

There was something wrong in the barnyard. What could it be that c