Toad’s Hot Air Balloon

Mr.Toad had something new to show to his friends, Ratty and Mole.
“It’s very special indeed,” he told the puzzled pair, as he led them to Toad Hall.  “I bought it yesterday.”
As they arrived at Toad’s huge garden, Toad’s pointed to an enormous hot air balloon which lay collapsed on the grass.  It was attached to a basket.
“Toad obviously means to go traveling in a hot air balloon!” gasped Ratty, in alarm.
He  and Mole watched as several balloon enthusiasts (hired by Toad)  inflated the huge balloon.  Then Toad climbed into the basket, and told Ratty and Mole to follow him.
“Come on, you two,” insisted Toad.  “We three are going on a balloon trip.”
Ratty and Mole were rather nervous, but Toad would not let them refuse.  The balloon enthusiasts told Toad just what he had to do, and they waved good-bye.  As soon as the balloon was full of enough hot air it began rising- higher it went.  Toad switched off is special heater every now and then, so that the balloon remained where it was, hovering.  The basket below it was just level with the tops of the trees in Toad’s garden.
Ratty and Mole was very puzzled, and they were even more puzzled when Toad leaned out of the basket and began picking buckeyes from the top of very tall buckeye tree! Toad were gloves, so that he would not prick his hand.
“The best buckeyes are always at the tops of the highest trees,” said Toad.  “Now I shall have the finest collection of buckeyes for mile around.  As soon as I have enough buckeyes we’ll go down to the ground again.”
“Do you mean to say,” gasped Ratty, “that you went to all the trouble of buying an expensive hot air ballon simply so that you could pick some high-up buckeyes?”
“What a way to set about buckeye-picking!” sighed Mole and Ratty
It certainly was a surprising thing to do even for Toad!.

Wonderland Dancing

Walrus and the Carpenter wanted to  dance on the shore.
“Will you join the dance ?” the Walrus asked Alice, in a friendly way.
“No, thank you,” said Alice.  “I don’t like dancing without music.  It’s not easy to dance without music, you know.’”
“Tut! What a difficult child you are!” sighed the Walrus.
“If I sing,” the Carpenter asked Alice. “would that help?”
“No, it wouldn’t! said Alice, at once.  “You make a dreadful noise when sing. I’ve heard you. I said I wanted to dance to music-not to a dreadful noise.”
Just then the Walrus noticed Tweedledee and Tweedledee, who were coming along the beach together.
“We’ve been collecting driftwood, to use as firewood,” said Tweedledum.
He was very carrying two large logs, and Tweedledee had found two thin branches.
Now Alice knew what to do ! She told Tweedledum and Tweedledee how they could help.
“Put the hallow logs on the sand,  Tweedledum,’ said Alice. “Now,  Tweedledee-you give one of your sticks to Tweedledum.  Both of you bang hallow log with stick, and if you really think about what you are doing-you should be able to make some sort of tune for us to dance to.”
Tweedledum and Tweedledee did as Alice had told them.  It was a funny bonkity-bonk, plinkity-plonk sort of tune that they made, but it sounded better than the Carpenter’s singing Anyway, thought  Alice.
“Now we can do a bonkity-bonk, plinkity-plonk sort dance ,” said the Walrus happily.  “Come along, Carpenter and Alice.
The Carpenter and Alice joined the Walrus in his funny dance along the shore.
Well, it wasn’t the sort of dancing Alice usually did, but then everything is slightly different and strange in Wonderland, isn’t?

Mowgli’s Coconut

Mowgli had found a coconut, and he wanted to crack open the shell so that he could et the crunchy coconut inside.  He decided that the best way to do it was to hurl it through the air and hope that it would crack open as I landed on the ground.  Mowgli did hurl it, as hard as he could – WHEEEEEEEEE, it whizzed through the air!  Then- BONK, it landed somewhere.  Mowgli ran through the jungle, wondering just where his coconut had fallen.  Then he heard a gruff, cross voice :
“Are you, by any chance, looking for this?”
It was Baloo, the big bear, who is Mowgli’s friend.
“Yes, that’s my coconut,” said Mowgli.
“Then you might watch where you are throwing it next time,” sniffed Baloo, and he walked away, limping slightly.
“Poor Baloo!” sighed Mowgli  “The coconut must have landed on his foot, and now he’s upset with me.”
Suddenly there was very loud thundering noise.  It sounded to Mowgli as if all the trees in the forest were falling down ! It was really  Colonel Hathi, who was patrolling his elephants.  They came marching past Mowgli, and thundered on through the jungle..
When they had gone, Mowgli looked around for his coconut.  At last, he found it! The shell had been well and truly cracked open!
“One of the elephants must have trodden on it!”
Mowgli cheered.  “It’s been broken into pieces which are just the right size for me to eat!”
“And me!” called Baloo, who had heard Mowgli’s cheer, and come hurrying back.
Mowgli shared the pieces of coconut with the big bear, and soon they were the best of friends again.

Roquefort’s Cousin

Roquefort’s mousehole is in grand house in Paris.  The house is beautifully furnished, and every where there colourful, bright, cheerful, interesting and exciting thing for Roquefort to see.
“I’m glad my mousehole is in such a splendid place,” thought Roquefort, one morning.  “I shall go out of my hole look around the house as soon as I have finished breakfast.  There’s bound to be something new for me to look at.  How glad I am that I am not like my cousin.”
Roquefort’s cousin lives in England.  He is a church mouse, because he lives in church.
“I shouldn’t care to live in a church,” though Roquefort.  “Churches are often big, dark and draughty.  I don’t suppose he has exciting things to see.”
It was then that Roquefort decided to visit his mouse cousin.
“Perhaps I can persuade him to come to Paris,” thought Roquefort. “I must brighten up his poor dull life.”
Roquefort set off for England that very day.  He managed to get himself rides on a backs of several trucks, and he stowed away on ship.  It was several weeks after Roquefort had first left Paris that he arrived at the big church, where he knew he would find his cousin.  The mouse was thrilled to see Roquefort.
“I’m glad you’ve come today,” he said. “Today is a special day, because lots of people are going to come and decorate the church for Harvest Festival.”
The mouse explained that this was a special services in which everyone said ‘thank-you’ for the harvest.  Folk soon began arriving bringing apples, loaves of homemade bread, wheat, barley, pears, plums, nuts, berries and pots of homemade jam.  These where arranged around the altar, and the rest of the church was decorated with flowers, grasses, leaves and plants. That evening the people came back in their best clothes, and the church was filled with the sounds of organ music and hymn singing.
“I see that church mouse has in interesting life after all,” said Roquefort.
“Oh yes,” squeaked his cousins.  “At Christmas time, too, the church look beautiful, and at Easter and Mother’s Day, and there are always fresh flowers to see every week.”
Roquefort didn’t have to feel sorry for his church mouse cousin any longer!

A Very Grand Parade

Along the road come some jolly Disney folk.  Where do you think they are going?
Look- there’s Mickey Mouse, looking very smart, and Minnie too.  Pluto is beside them, and Goofy behind them.  Where do you think they can be going?
Now, here come King Lion, followed by Winnie-the- Pooh and Tiger.  There Thumper, and Chip ‘n’ Dale, the chipmunks.  Where are they all off to?
Next comes bad Captain Hook, followed by Brer Rabbit and Brer Fox.  There’s big Baloo, the bear, and funny Donald Duck.  Where are they off to, wo wonder.
After them come King Louie, Little John, Robin Hood and Prince John.  And-oh, look-horrid Cruella de Vil, and some of the little Dalmatian puppies she is always unable to capture.  Where do you think they are all going?
Why, they are going to the LORD MAYOR’S SHOW!. They are going to parade through the City of London, for all the girls and boys to see. The brand new Lord Mayor of Londan, himself, will be there, of his helpers will be there too, and grand coach.  One of his helpers will be there too, and lots of smart soldiers and sailors.  Several bands will be playing exciting music, and there will be colourful floats to see. Our Disney friends will feel very proud and happy as hundreds of children smile at them an wave.  In fact. If you listen very carefully, you are sure to hear them saying that the day of this very special parade is their most exciting day ever.
 

Goofy’s Great Big Feet

Goofy never worries about being sloppy.  He’ll wander about in his oldest things, not caring who sees him, as long as he feels comfortable.  One day, however, Mickey pointed out that he must have some new shoes before the winter weather arrived.  His old ones were too scruffy to wear any longer.  They had holes in the soles, holes in the toes, and the backs didn’t fit around Goofy’s heels at all
Goofy hated shopping, and he sighed as he made his way to the shoe shop with Mickey.
“Well!” gasped the shop assistant, measuring Goofy’s feet.  “I only hope I can help you, sir.  I’ll bring you my biggest sizes”.
The shop assistant looked among the largest boxes, and came back to Goofy carrying two.
“Try these shoes, sir, “ he said, opening  the bxes.
“This pair is large, and this pair is extra large.”
Goofy put on the large, and this pair, and walked about the shop.
“No,” he said. “My toes feel crushed.”
Then Goofy put on the extra large shoes.
“Ooo, ouch!” he grumbled. “They hurt me, too.  What am  I to do?  I ‘ll just have to go about barefoot! I wish I didn’t have such great, big feet.”
The shop assistant told Goofy that his new shoes would have to be special size called largest-of-all.  He would order them him, he said, but it would take some weeks before they arrived at the shop for Goofy to pick up.
Mickey was worried about what Goofy would do in the meantime.  Goofy could not wonder around for several weeks in his parent state.  Mickey watched the shop assistant packing the largest shoes back into their boxes, and he noticed that the boxes were even larger  than the shoes. Suddenly, Mickey  took the shoes out of their boxes. Mickey asked the shop assistant for some string, and with the boxes tied to his feet, Goofy could walk about happily.
“Now I have some shoes- sporty box shoes to last me until I get my largest-of-all-pair,” said Goofy. “Hurrah!”                                                                    

Those Cozy Afternoons!

Madame Bonfamille lives in a very good grand house in Paris, and she has a lovely garden.  In it is a beautiful summerhouse, where she sits on sunny afternoons.  Her cat, Duchess, and Duchess’s three kittens, Marie , Berlioz, and Toulouse, all love the summerhouse! They like to lie on the warm, wooden floor and gaze out at the beautiful garden.  The summerhouse is full of interesting things for the kittens to explore.  
        The kittens were sad, therefore, one autumn day, when Madam Bonfamille said :
“I think it’s time for us to close up the summerhouse. We’ll open it again next summer.”
Madame Bonfamille asked her butler, Edgar, to take everything out of the summerhouse, sweep it clean, and lock the doors.
“oh, I do feel unhappy now that summer has come to end ,’’sighed Marie.
Duchess, Berlioz and Toulouse felt sad, too. They followed Madame Bonfamille indoors, and she took them into he r grand living room.  Madame Bonfamille had asked Edgar to light a warm log fire in there, and the room felt very cozy.  She placed  a silk cushion in front of the fire fr Duchess, and a soft rug were the kittens could sleep.
“Now,” said Madame Bonfamille, “this is the time of year for tea beside the fire.”
She asked Edgar to fetch tea.
“Ooh, there will be cheese for us, and cream, and perhaps even a ham sandwich each,” Duchess told her kittens. “Autumn afternoos can be very cozy indeed, you know.”
The kittens forgot about the summerhouse. They weren’t sad any more, because they were busy looking forward to all the cozy autumn afternoons that lay ahead.                      

Donald Duck’s Car

Donald duck’s grandfather had given Donald his old car.
“I shall buy a new, modern one,” said Grandfather. “I’ve had this one since I first began to drive , and now I want a change.”
Donald was thrilled! The very old car was just what he wanted! You see, a special event was to take place that month.  It was called the Veteran Car Rally.
“Lots of very old cars are going to be driven from Burbank to San Diego,” Donald told Daisy Duck. “If I manage to drive this old car all the way to San Diego, lots of folks will be waiting there to cheer me.”
“In that case,” said Daisy, “the car must look shiny and clean.  We’ll work on it now, and ask our friends to help.”
If wasn’t long before Mickey and Minnie Mouse, Pluto and Goofy were all working on the car with Donald and Daisy.  Minnie polish mirrors, and Daisy cleaned washed the body car and mudguards.  Pluto fetched buckets of clean water the car was dry, Goofy did the polishing.
On the morning of the Car Rally Donald set off, feeling proud of his clean, shiny old car. He was upset  when it began to rain, for he knew that the polish would be washed away, leaving the paintwork dull.  At last the rain stopped, but then old car, also in the rally, went speeding by Donald, and splattered his car with mud.  Donald didn’t worry about it too much as he was only thinking about reaching San Diego before the rally finished.  When, finally, he did reach San Diego, lots of folks were there to cheer him.  Among them were Minnie, Mickey, Daisy, Pluto and Goofy.  They had all come to San Diego earlier  that day on the bus, so as to see the cars arriving.  Hey had enjoyed themselves- until the moment when they saw Donald’s muddy splattered car.
“All our hard work for  nothing! Sighed Daisy.  “Why did we bother to make it look nice?”
Donald’s friends, however, didn’t have time to be sad for long, for Donald invited them all to  a special dance held that evening in a big hotel.  It was a dance for all the rivers who had managed to reach San Diego  in their old cars.  It was very grand affair.
“I’m glad we cleaned your car after all,” Daisy told Donald, “for if we hadn’t been kind to you, we might not have been here to enjoy this splendid evening !’

Dumbo The Golfer.

Dumbo is the little elephant who can fly, and he has a friend called Timothy Mouse.  One day they decided to have a game of golf together.  They had only just begun to make their way around the golf course when a squirrel came hopping slowly toward them.

“I’ve hurt my paw,” he told Dumbo and Timothy.

“Until I is better again I can’t climb tress to collect my winter nuts.  I know that you can fly, Dumbo, so please would you fly up to a tree collect some nuts for me?”

Dumbo said that, of course, he would help the poor squirrel.  He knew that all the squirrels would be going to sleep soon until the spring, and he knew that little squirrel must have a store of nuts so that he could wake up now and then and have a feast.

Timothy and the squirrel watched as Dumbo flew to the top of a tall tree and hovered tree, above the branches, flapping his ears just fast enough and hand enough to keep himself in the same place.  Suddenly holding his golf club tight with his trunk, Dumbo swung the club back and back, and then swung it forward again very quickly do that it cracked down on a bunch of nuts, sending some of the nuts showering down to the ground.  This Dumbo did again and again, until the ground beneath the tree was covered with nuts.  Timothy and the grateful squirrel ran to the tree when Dumbo had finished, and Timothy helped the squirrel to gather them up and take them to his secret store in a hollow tree trunk.

Dumbo flew down and the squirrel thanked the little elephant for his kind help.

“That’s quite all right,” said Dumbo.  “I enjoyed myself, and now I’ve had lots of practice with my golf club after all that nut hitting, I expect I’ll hit the ball really well! Come on, Timothy- back to the golf course, to finish our game. Good-bye!”

Off went Dumbo and Timothy- and Dumbo played the best round of golf that he had ever played!

Pooh Honey Jars

Winnie The Pooh looked at himself in the mirror.  “Christopher Robin is right !” he sighed.  “ I ought to lose some weight.  I like being a fat bear, but not very fat! Dieting is hard for me, because I love my food- especially lovely honey.  Christopher Robin says I mustn’t have any honey for week, but I couldn’t bear that! However, instead of eating large jars of honey, I shall eat small once”.
Pooh bought himself some small jars of honey.  The small jars were made of glass-not like his big stone jars. Every day he finished up several of them, and as he still felt hungry he had several more! Silly Bear! Because he ate twice a many small jars, he was eating just as much honey as if he had large jars ! But the felt proud himself, and as he was looking in the mirror one day, to see if he looked slimmer, there was a knock at his door.  Outside stood Piglet, Tiger, Eeyore, Rabbit, Owl, Kanga and Roo- who were on their way to Christopher Robin’s birthday party.  Pooh had been invited, too, so he joined the others  when they all arrived at the party, Christopher Robin said sadly:
“There has been a power cut! The storm last night brought down the cables that bring electricity to our house, so we cannot switch on the electric light.  It will be dark soon, and how can we have a party in the dark?”
“ I have some night-lights,” said Christopher Robin’s Nanny.
Nanny kept some little candles, called night-lights, and she lit one each night for Christopher Robin to have in his room.  He had a special holder to put his night-light in.
“But we’ve only holder,” said Christopher Robin.  “It wouldn’t be safe to use night-lights without holders.”
Then Pooh remembered his little honey jars.  They were just the size for night-light, and there were lots of empty, clean one at home.  Pooh hurried to fetch his jars; and Nanny put a night-light in each one.  She arranged the jars around the room and li the night-lights.  As it grew darker outsides, the room seemed to grow brighter and cozier.  Christopher and his guests enjoyed their candle-lit party.
“If my jars are going to be as useful as this, “thought Pooh, “I’d better eat lots more honey, in case anyone else wants to borroe same jars.”
What a lovely excuse for him to eat more honey!

The Thanksgiving Pudding Wish

Winnie The Pooh called to see his friends, Kanga.
“Hello, Pooh dear,” said Kanga.  “I’m just making a Thanksgiving pudding for Roo and me to eat when Thanksgiving comes.  When it’s mixed I’m going boil it, cool it, and then store it away.   You can may gave it a stir.  As you stir, make a wish and your wish will probably came true.  Thankgiving pudding wishes often do.”
Pooh took Kanga’s wooden spoon and gave the mixture a big stir.
“I wish,”said he, “for a big jar of honey-extra specially nice honey!”
Pooh stopped stirring, and opened his eyes.
“Well?” he asked.  “Where is my honey?”
“It may not come straight away, Pooh dear,” said Kanga.  “Wishes aren’t always granted at once.”
Pooh went away, feeling first disappointed, but then hopeful. Kanga went back to her Thanksgiving pudding stirring, and Roo began to eat his watercress sandwiches.
It was a day or so later,when kanga had forgetten all about Pooh’s wish, that Christopher Robin told Kanga.  “It’s came all the way from Australia.”
Kanga could hardly wait to open the parcel.  Inside, she found a note from her cousins, who had sent a food parcel of lovely Australian foods.  There was some butter , cheese, a can of peaches, a can of pears and jar of honey.
Kanga wanted the butter and cheese, and Roo said he liked peaches.  They gave the pears to Christopher Robin.
“Pooh would like the honey!” squeaked little Roo.  Kanga, Roo and Cristopher Robin all arrived at Pooh’s house, just a while later, as Pooh was searching his pantry and wondering what to have for breakfast.
When Pooh saw the honey jar he gasped :
“My wish has come true!”
Pooh tasted his Australian honey, and it really was delicious _ and extra special.  Pooh was so pleased that he made up a little song about it :
“I stirred a pudding and wished for a treat.
I wished for this honey, so sticky and sweet.
So now I’ll stop singgig, and just EAT and EAT!”

Apples with a Special “Little Something”

In Christopher Robin’s garden grew a large apple tress that was covered with ripe, juice apples.
“Well have stewed apples for our dessert today,” said Nanny.
The next day they had stewed apples, and the next day, and the next.  Christopher Robin and his Nanny thoroughly enjoyed them.
Now, each day prepared an extra bowl of apples for Christopher Robin to take to his friends, Winnie the Pooh, Eeyore , Piglet, Tigger and Rabbit, so that they could have some for their dessert.  After a week of apples each day , Pooh complained :
“We’ve had apples for dessert on Monday Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday, and now again today.  Apples aren’t exactly my favourite thing, you know.”
“Nor mine,” said Eeyore
“Nor mine,” said Piglet
“Nor mine,” said Tigger
“Nor mine,” said Rabbit.
Christopher Robin told Nanny, who said:
“Well, it’s shame to waste the apples.  I’ll make them different tomorrow.  Each of your friend shall have a special “little something” with their apples.”
The next day, at lunchtime, Christopher Robin bought each of his friends a surprise.  He gave Eeyore stewed apples with thistles, because he love thistles.  Pooh had apples and honey, because he love honey.  Piglet had apples and acorns, because he love acorns.  Rabbit had apples and grass, because he love grass. Tigger had apples and extract of malt. Extract of malt is what Tigger like best!
“Delicious!” they all said.  “Thank you, Christopher Robin.  We like apples, after all.  May we have them again tomorrow?”
“Clever Nanny !” said Christopher Robin.

Silver and Gold

Uncle Scrooge had bought himself a telescope.  Night after night he would gaze through it at the starts, and people were beginning to talk.  Was Uncle Scrooge taking an interest in something OTHER than money ?
Donald Duck went too see him.  When he opened the door Uncle Scrooge looked starstruck! “You’re watching those stars much too much!” warned Donald.
“Bah! I suppose you’re right!” admitted the old duck, dizzily. “But what if I am? ”he snapped. “whose business is it, anyway ?”
“No one’s  Donald reassured him. “But aren’t you going to invite me in?”
“Very well, ”mattered the old duck.  And so they went inside.  The place was in a TERRIBLE mess.
“Uncle Scrooge,” said Donald sympathetically, “you  look as if you’ve had no sleep for a week.  What on earth have you been doing.?”
“I found a message on my doormat,” muttered the miser. “It told me that the stars were made out of the purest silver.”
“Whoever heard of such a thing!” chuckled Donald .”Let me see this note.”
So the old skinflint showed Donald the grubby note.
“This is Beagle Boy handwriting!” declared Donald.
“While you’ve been staring through your telescope they’ve probably…”
Uncle Scrooge ran like greased lightning into his gold room.  “Help! Police! Robbery! Came startled quacks.
“What happened ?” cried Donald.
“They.ve stolen a whole chest of gold,” muttered Uncle Scrooge had more money than he’d ever need.  “There’s a lesson here.  If you hadn’t been so greedy that you wanted to steal the silver from the stars, your own gold would still be here !”

A Laugh For Eeyore

Eyero’s gloomy place looked even more boggy and sad now that the cold, dull days had come to the Forest.  Eeyore stood with his donkey tail between his legs, and his ears down.
Winnie the Pooh looked at him and sighed.
“Oh, Eeyore cheer up!” pleaded Pooh Bear.
“Why?”,sniffied Eeyore.
“Because …” said Pooh.
That didn’t help the miserable donkey at all, so Pooh had to think of something else.
“I’ll make up a cheering-up song for him,” decided Pooh.
Pooh thought for moment, and then began to sing:
“DON”T BE SAD,
“CAUSE IT’S VERY BAD TO BE SAD.
YOU OUGHT TO BE A HAPPY LAD.
BE FULL OF JOY-
A CHEERFUL BOY THEN I”LL BE GLAD
THAT YOU’RE NOT SAD.”
“Is that?” asked Eeyore.  “Is that to cheer me up?”.”It is!” beamed Pooh. “I’m rather good at songs and I think that is one of  my best.  It might even be one of the best songs in the whole world.!”
“The best song in the whole world!” snorted Eeyore.”Well, I think it’s the worst! It’s the worst song I’ve ever heard! It’s laughable that you should think it a god song, really laughable!”
In fact, Eeyore thought it so laughable that he began to laugh in a hee-haw donkey kind of way.  He was laughing unkindly and he was laughing at Pooh, but Pooh did not care.  At least Eeyore was laughing-that was the main thing.  Eeyore hadn’t laughed for ages.
“You can laugh at me as such as you like, Eeyore,as long as you laugh!” said Pooh.  “I’d rather her a laughing donkey than a moaning donkey!”
Pooh hurried away to tell Christopher  Robin that he had actually made Eeyore laugh.  Christopher Robin agreed that he must be a very clever bear indeed!

Dopey’s Mistake

Snow White had made a big meat pie for  supper.

“The seven dwarfs will enjoy this,” she said as she put it into the oven. “I”ll fetch some crunchy apples from the orchard, then we can each eat ne after the pie.”

Snow White decides to ask one of the dwarfs to fetch the apples for her and she chose Dopey because he likes to be helpful when he can and he isn’t often asked to do useful things. Dopey set off to the orchard with a basket, and stopped at he first tree he came to.  He rested his ladder against it and had soon picked eight apples. Back went Dopey to Snow White’s kitchen.  She wasn’t there, so he decided to taste one of the apples.

‘UGH!” he gasped. ”It’s HORRIED!”

Snow White came into the kitchen just then. ”Oh,Dopey,”she said. ”Those big green apples are cooking apples-not eating apples.  You should have picked the little red one.”

Poor Dopey!

“Now all the other dwarfs will laugh at me,”he sighed.

“They often say I do everything wrong and now I’ve picked the wrong apples! Oh dear!”

But Snow White told him not to worry and said that the other dwarfs would never know that Dopey had picked the wrong apples.

“We’ll cook these first, before we eat them,”she said. 

“I’ll bake them-that’s one of the nicest things to do with cooking apples.”

Dopey watched as Snow White washed the apples, and using a special tool,took out the cores.  She put the apples into a dish with butter and brown sugar,and out the dish into the oven with the pie.

At lunch time, when the meat pie had been eaten, Snow White took the baked apples from the oven, and gave one to herself and one to each dwarf.  Inside the skins the fruit was fluffy,white and soft, and the butter and sugar had made a lovely,syrupy sauce to sweeten the apples. Snow White had made custard and cream o go with them.

“This is the nicest pudding we’ve ever had!” said Hppy,between mouthfuls. “You have cooked the apples beautifully, Snow White.”

“And Dopey picked them for me beautifully, didn’t you, Dopey!” smiled Snow White.

Dopey looked pleased and proud.  He took another mouthful of apple, and gave Snow White a secret wink!.

Money Isn’t Everything

Donald,Daisy,Huey,Louie and Dewey all went to visit Uncle Scrooge one cold autumn day. They knocked before all the bolts were undone. Even then Scrooge looked very suspicious,as if they were Beagle Boys in disguise. The old miser was very surprised to see them all.

“Well,well. I suppose you’d better come in.”he croaked at the door.

“Have you got a soe throat,Great-Uncle Scrooge?”chirped Louie.

“Don’t be cheeky,Louie! Scolded Daisy.

“Stuff  and nonsense!”croaked Uncle Scrooge.”I have got a sore throat! The young lad”s right.”

“Sorry to hear that, Uncle,” said Donald symphathetically. “Should I send Dewey out get you some cough drops?”

“No. they cost too much money nowadays,”complained the old miser. “I’d rather suffer the tickle in my throat.”

“You don’t seem very happy,Uncle Scrooge,” soothed Daisy.

“Mind your own business!”snapped Scrooge.

“Poor old Great –Uncle Scrooge,” chirped Dewey,who had jumped up to sit on his Great-Uncle Scrooge!”chuckled Scrooge. “I’ve got more money than Fort Knox.’

“What I meant,” explained Dewey,’was that I had a sore throat too,and I hardly have ANY money. But I bought some cough drops.” With that Dewey pulled out his box of cough drops,Uncle,”smiled Dewey ,”because they cured my sore throat.

Uncle Scrooge didn’t know what to say. But one great big tear rolled down his face.

“Poor Great-Uncle Scrooge,” echoed the triplets.

Once upon a time

The Nighttime Job

Princess Aurora had been asleep for a hundred years. She had been put o sleep by a trick played by the wicked fairy Maleficent. Handsome Prince Philip had finally awakened her with a kiss. Now Princess Aurora had married him, and hey were very happy except for one thing-Princess Aurora didn’t want to sleep any more!

“No one would-not  after a hudred years!” said Princess Aurora. “I’ve had enough sleep to last me for ages!”

Prince Philip,however,did need his sleep, and he couldn’t sleep with Princess Aurora pacing around the bedroom. She tried going out for walks but it was cold out at night.  After two month of reading two books a night she grew tired of that too.

When autumn came,Prince Philip had an idea. He sent his two servants to fetch all the acorns they could find. At last one of the palace rooms was filled with acorns.

“Now,dear,”said Prince Philip to Princess Aurora,”how about spending some of your sleepless nights polishing those acorns, making holes in them and threading them on string to make necklaces for us to sell to the ladies of our kingdom-then we should have enough money to pay some gardeners to clear our garden of hedges and weeds.”

Princess Aurora thought this was good idea. The garden hadn’t been attended to for a hundred years and it would take a great many gardeners to turn it back into a garden. Princess Aurora set to work that night.  The ladies of her kingdom liked the acorn necklaces and Princess Aurora sold so many that she and Princess Aurora spent the autumn nights making acorn necklaces and the gardeners spent the autumn days working in the garden. By the time the spring came it looked very nice, and Princess Aurora and Prince Philip spent each day in the garden. All that fresh air cured Princess Aurora of her sleeplessness, and now she sleeps so well at night that once again they call her the Sleeping Beauty

Lovely lovely Mud

Lovely,lovely mud!”chucked the Lost Boys,as they played on a bank beside a shallow stream. They were making mud pies.

Meanwhile, Wendy, John, Micheal and Peter pan had beer. Searching Never-Never Land for the Lost Boys.

“Now I know why ther’re called Lost boys,” laughed Micheal. “It’s because they’re always getting lost!

Wendy didn’t laugh,however.when.at last she found the Lost Boys-in the mud!

“They’ll have to be washed,and so will their suits!”sighed Wendy. “You are naughty boys.”

Now, all ths time,SOMEONE was creeping along the stream below-very slowly,so as not make a splashing sound.  It was wicked Captain Hook, who is always trying to captre Peter Pan and his friend.  Behind Captain Hook came Mr.Smee,one of his pirate crew.

‘’Stop, Smee!” whispered Captain Hook.

The Captain pointed to the bank above, where they could hear Wendy complaining.

“We’ll creep up the bank and captured them!”chuckled Hook.

He stepped out the stream, and started climbing up he bank on all fours. Halfway up, Smee, who was following him,gasped: “Just look at your clothes,Captain!”

The feather on Hook’s hat had once been a soft pink now it was muddy brown, and plastered down over one side of Hook’s face. His face too, was muddy,and mud was dripping from his moustache.  His trousers his red jacket and frilly shirt were covered with mud,as well as his stockings and shoes.  Hook has always been very proud of the way he dresses.  Hook has always been very proud of the way dresses.  Now he bent over he stream and looked at his reflection in the water. What a horrid surprise he had!.

“Oh my!”he gasped. “ I must return o the ship at once, and clean myself up, before my clothes are ruined. Smee, come and help me on the double now!”

With a huge splash, Hook and Smee jumped back into the stream , and hurried away.

Peter,Wendy,John, Michea and the Lost Boys heard Smee gasp, and they peeped over the edge of the bank, to see the disappearing pirates.

“If it hadn’t been for the mud,” said Peter, “Hook wouldhave climbed right up the bank and captured us!”

“As the mud has been helpful can we go on playing with it?” asked the Lost Boys.

Wendy agreed.

“After all, they’re having such fun.” She said,”and I”ll have to wash their suits now,anyway”

As Wendy walked away with Peter,John and Micheal,they could hear the Lost Boys singing:

“Lovely.lovely mud!”

Little Hiawatha’s Canoe

Little Hiawatha has a canoe of his very own. It wa given to him by his father, the Indian chief and Little Hiawatha is very proud of it. As soon as he learned how to swim, his father allowed him to take his canoe on shallow lake, and paddle it about all by himself while his father watched from the shore.  Little Hiawatha enjoyed this very much indeed, but sometimes he couldn’t help feeling rather lonely.

“I do wish that some of the young Indian braves had canoes too,”said Little  Hiawatha to his father one day.”Then they could come canoeing with me.”

The Indaian chief thought for a while, and then he told Little Hiawatha that as it was tree-feeling time he would allow the young Indian braves to have a tree trunk each to use as a canoe.

“What a splendid idea,Father,” said Little Hiawatha.”We’ll ask the beavers to hallow out the tree trunks with their sharp teeth.”

The beavers were soon at work and the young braves were delighted with their tree-trunk canoes.

“Let’s all go canoeing now.” said Little Hiawatha when the new canoes were ready.

Little Hiawatha carried his canoe to the shallow lake and the young braves carried their tree-trunk canoes. Soon they were all having fun together on the water

The Indian chief watched them feeling very glad that his little son now had lots of friends to keep him compony..

Cinderella's Huge Task

Cinderella's Ugly Sisters had yet another job for her to do! "pick all the apples from the orchard! they told her. "Polish every apple, and put them away in the attic, on trays, to store for the winter."

The Ugly Sisters didn't offer to help Cinderella. Poor Cinderella set to work. It was hard having to pick all those apples and by the time Cinderella had filled three large baskets she was very tired.

"I don"t think I have enough energy left to polish all these apples and put them on trays and carry them to the attic," Cinderella told her Ugly Sisters.

"You must!" they shouted. "We are going out, and we shall leave you here to finish the work."

They left Cinderella  alone in the kitchen with the three basket of apples-but she wasn't alone for long! Suddenly, Cinderella's Fairy Godmother appeared!

"Don't worry, my dear," said her Fairy Godmother.  "I am here to help. Bring me twelve birds from the garden."

Cinderalla was puzzled, but she did as she was told.  The birds are her friends,so she opened her window and called twelve of them into the kitchen,  Her Fairy Godmother waved her magic wand, saying:

"Bibbadi,Bobbadi,boo!"

Instantly, the birds became dear little page boys!

"Now do Cinderella's work for her!" said her Fairy Godmother.

Each page boy picked up a cloth and polished an apple, and put his polished apple on tray.  The page boys went on doing this until all the baskets were empty and the trays were full. Then they each carried a tray up to the attic, where the apples were to be stored for the winter. 

When the page boys returned, Cinderella's Fairy Godmother turned them back into birds and they flew into garden. "oh,Fairy Godmother,good-bye and thank you !"said cinderella.

When Cinderella's Ugly Sister returned they were surprised to see that all the work was finished.

"That's fast work, even for Cinderella!" they said. They didn't guess what had really happened. Only Cinderella, her Fairy Godmother, the birds, and YOU know that!

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