down to the ground, ker-thump, and he hurt his nose considerably, let me
tell you, for considerably is quite a lot.

Well, poor Lulu, if she didn't fall, too! Yes, sir, she turned a
somersault right in the air, before all those watching ducks, and she,
too, came down ker-flimmax-ker-flump, and she hurt her left-hand wing.
Then she cried once, "Boo-hoo!" just like that. Then she stopped.

Jimmie didn't cry at all, if you'll believe me, no, sir, not a mite, but
he felt badly all the same. And then that rooster! Oh, dear me, how
foolish some roosters are, anyhow, now aren't they, really? Well, he
started off all right, but just then the wind got in the wrong place, and
it turned him upside down. Now, no rooster can fly upside down, no matter
what else he can do, so that one came flippity-flop down into the water
ker-splash-ker-sposh; and one more besides! Maybe he didn't feel
mortified!

But that wild duck! Oh, my, goodness me! How he did fly. Around and
around, and around that pond he went, never touching the water once. Then
he came to where Jimmie and Lulu were, and he told them how sorry he felt
for them, before he flew away to a far, far distant land, where only wild
ducks live. Then Grandfather Goosey-Gander went up to those two
Wibblewobble children, and so did Alice, to lend Lulu her handkerchief.
And Grandfather Goosey said: "It is better for tame ducks to stay on the
water, or on land. They were not made for flying." So that was the end of
Jimmie trying to become an air ship. To-morrow night you may hear about
Lulu and the gold fish, that is if the lemon squeezer doesn't pinch me.

STORY VII

LULU AND THE GOLD FISH

Well, here we are again, after a rest over night, and all ready for
another story, I suppose. Let me see, it was to be about the fairy prince
and Alice Wibblewobble--no, hold on there, I'm wrong. I know it. Lulu and
the gold fish; to be sure! Well, here we go. Now, of course, I could make
this about the fairy prince--in fact, he has something to do with this
story--but as the gold fish has more, I put her name at the top.

Lulu Wibblewobble, the little duck girl, who could throw stones almost as
straight as a boy, was swimming around the pond near the pen where she
lived. It was a nice, warm, sunshiny day, and Lulu wanted to do something,
but she didn't just know what. Jimmie, her brother, was off playing with
Bully, the frog, and Alice, her sister, was straightening out her feathers
in