A young boy recounts the events of the summer when he had the services of an Arabian genie at his disposal.
He dragged what papers he could out of the newsstand and got a bucket of water to douse the rest. And he watered down the walls to make sure they wouldn’t flare up later. When the danger was over, he called up Papa Bellini on the telephone. “What a mess,” said Tucker Mouse, looking at the soggy, ...
Walter Water Snake craned his head up as far as he could above the surface of Simon Turtle’s Pool. He could see just over the rim of the bank of luscious mud that surrounded, on three sides, the neat inlet where he and Simon lived. The fourth side opened out to the brook which in its rush kept fa...
Mouse. I really do!” It was Saturday morning. Chester and Tucker and several of the other animals were sitting on the hill watching Ellen and the little kids picket. The children had gotten up just as early today as they had yesterday, and right after breakfast they were out on the Hadleys’ lawn,...
sighed Tucker hopelessly, as he took a break from his labors in the kitchen quarter of the drainpipe. “I act absurd, I feel absurd.” He glanced into a piece of broken mirror propped against one wall. “I look absurd—I’m absurd!” It was very little consolation, but he popped a sliver of ham in his ...
Simon Turtle, whenever he had to feel depressed, always tried to do it on a pleasant day, so he could get some sun at least. Walter Water Snake usually worked off his worry by doing figure eights on the water. He zigzagged there for about an hour—then Chester asked him please to stop. He was gett...