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.