The Gray Gooses Story | Page 8

learned in this
world, else Mr. Bunny Rabbit couldn't have fooled him the way he
did."
"I have never heard that Mr. Bunny Rabbit fooled Grandfather Stork,"
your Aunt Amy said, and Mrs. Goose almost laughed when she replied:
"Then you haven't seen the old fellow lately, for he spends all his time
running around the neighborhood telling of it. He thinks he was very
smart, and I'm not saying but that it was more than one would have
expected of him, for Mr. Bunny Rabbit isn't the wisest animal living
near the pond, by a good deal. Poor old Grandfather Stork was the most
harmless bird that ever lived. He had carried babies from one place to
another till he was all worn out, and hadn't more than six feathers left
on his head.
"He hadn't a tooth to his bill, and seemed to have forgotten how to hunt
for his dinner, so one day when he met Bunny Rabbit, he said to him as
polite as could be:
"'Good morning, Mr. Rabbit. Can you tell me where I'll find two or
three fat fish near about here?'
[Illustration: Grandfather Stork waiting for his dinner.]
"Bunny scratched his nose as if he was doing a terrible lot of thinking,
and then said, solemn as ever was Squire Owl:
"'Why, of course, Mr. Stork, and I always like to help a neighbor along.
But times have changed since you were a young fellow. Then you had

to catch your own fish, or go without; but now the law is that after a
bird has stood on one foot half an hour, two fish jump down his throat,
and three more go the same way at the end of an hour. Mr. Robin
Red-Breast forgot all about the new law the other day, and, because his
left foot was sore, he stood on the right one till two big pickerel made a
leap for his mouth. Either of them was seven times as big as he is, and
it's a wonder he wasn't killed.'
"'Dear me, is that so, Mr. Rabbit? Now I really can't catch fish as I used
to; but it comes quite natural for me to stand on one foot. I'll try to do
you a favor some day, Mr. Rabbit.'
"Then Grandfather Stork stood up in the sun waiting for the fish to
jump down his throat, and Bunny Rabbit ran off into the bushes,
laughing till there was danger of splitting his sides; but he didn't keep it
up very long, for just then down swooped Mr. Hawk, and Bunny
Rabbit came very near taking an excursion in the air.
"As it was, Mr. Hawk dug a great hole in his back, and nipped off a
piece of his tail, before Bunny could get under a wild-rose bush where
he was safe. It was Mr. Crow who told Grandfather Stork that he had
been fooled, and the poor old fellow looked so sorrowful when he
hobbled away without having had any dinner, that I made up my mind I
never would try to play such kind of jokes."
"And you are right, Mrs. Goose," your Aunt Amy said decidedly. "It is
a very foolish practice, and often causes much trouble. Now Bunny
Rabbit really told Mr. Stork a lie, even if it was in sport, and we all
know how wrong that is."
At this moment Mr. Grander came up, and when Mrs. Goose asked
how he felt, he said:
"I'm better, thank you. That frog was tough, and, to make matters worse,
I accidentally swallowed his hat."
"You were in too much of a hurry, Mr. Gander," Mrs. Goose said
sharply. "Perhaps you was afraid you might be asked to share him with
some other goose."
"Well, there! I never stopped to think that you might like a piece," Mr.
Gander said, as if he felt terribly sorry because of having been so
selfish. "I'll spend all day to-morrow hunting for Mr. Frog's brother,
and if I catch the fellow, you shall have the whole of him."
"I'll hunt for my own frogs, thank you," Mrs. Goose replied as she

straightened herself up angrily. "I never yet have asked others to find
food for me, and I hope I don't live simply for the sake of eating, as
does Mrs. Wild Goose, who visited us not long ago."
Mr. Gander gazed at Mrs. Gray Goose sadly; but she refused even to
look at him, and after a time he waddled slowly away, stopping now
and then to snap at a grasshopper that jumped over his head.
[Illustration: Mrs. Gray Goose is Angry.]

MRS. WILD GOOSE'S VISIT.
"What about Mrs. Wild Goose making you a visit?" Aunt Amy asked,
when she and the gray goose were alone