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LULU WIBBLEWOBBLE STUCK IN THE MUD
Once upon a time, not so very many years ago, there lived three ducks in a
duck pen. And this pen was not far from where Sammie and Susie Littletail,
the rabbit children, had their burrow, and it was close to the trees where
Johnnie and Billie Bushytail, the squirrel brothers, learned to jump from
their nest. Now I am going to tell you some stories about these ducks, and
what they did.
To begin with there was the mamma duck. She was Mrs. Wibblewobble, a nice,
white duck, being a cousin to Mrs. Quack-Quack, who once rescued Billie
and Johnnie Bushytail, and Jennie Chipmunk from the desert island where
they had been shipwrecked, you remember.
Then there was the papa duck, and, of course, his name was Mr.
Wibblewobble. Also there were the children ducks; Jimmie Wibblewobble and
his two sisters, Lulu and Alice.
Lulu was a duckling who could throw a stone almost as well as could
Jimmie, but Alice was not so fond of doing this. She would rather dress
up, and play keep house, while Lulu wanted to be off having a good time
with her brother. But the three ducklings got along very nicely together
just the same.
What's that? Why were they named Wibblewobble? Well, because, you see they
did wibblewobble from side to side when they walked, and so they had to be
named Wibblewobble, or things wouldn't have come out right. So there!
Well, the Wibblewobble family lived in a nice, wooden house, called a pen,
near a pond of water, and their house had a door and two windows to it, so
you see they were quite well off. In fact they were very stylish ducks,
and once Jimmie Wibblewobble even rode in an automobile, but I can't tell
you about that now, because you see I am going to relate to you how Lulu
was caught fast in the mud. It happened one day when Jimmie and his two
sisters were swimming about on the pond, just like three white boats.
"Let's see who can swim the fastest!" suddenly called the little boy duck.
"We'll race over to the other side of the pond," and he put his head down
under the water to get a fine, juicy bit of weed, with some water-cress
sauce on it.
"Oh, no," exclaimed Alice Wibblewobble, "it's not nice for girl ducks to
race," and she spread out her wings to see how they looked.
"Yes it is," said Lulu. "Come on, Jimmie, I'll race with you."
So off they started, splashing the water with their yellow, webbed feet,
throwing up a little spray, which sparkled in the sunshine, just like
baby's eyes when you come close to her and she laughs at you so cunningly.
On they went, faster and faster and faster, Lulu and Jimmie, while Alice
remained behind, to gaze in the water which was just like a looking glass,
you know. Oh, my yes, but please don't try it, unless the water is very,
very shallow. You see Alice wanted to see if all her feathers were on
straight, and they were, believe me, as straight as straight can be.
Well, of course, Jimmie won the race, being a very good swimmer, but Lulu
was close behind him, and would have beaten, only one of her legs got
caught in a weed. Now I call that too bad, don't you? For I was hoping,
all the while, that Lulu would win. But you never can tell what is going
to happen in this world; now can you? No, indeed.
"Let's race back again," proposed Lulu, after she had rested.
"Oh, don't race any more," spoke Alice, swimming up just then. "Let's walk
out on land and see if we can't find some nice corn meal. I'm sure it must
be almost dinner time, and I just love corn meal."
"I know something better than that," suddenly said a quivery-quavery
voice, right beside the ducks, and when they looked around who should be
there but Mr. Goosey-Gander, the grandfather of all the ducks in the pen.
"I know something better than corn meal, little ones," he said, and he
splashed his wings in the water.
"What is it?" asked Lulu, as quickly as you can shoot a marble into the
ring and out again. "Is it gum drops?"
"No," answered Grandfather Goosey-Gander, "it is not gum drops. It is
better than that. It is nice, sweet roots and grasses that grow down under
water," and, with that, what do you think he did? Why, he stood right up
on his head, and reached his bill down beneath the pond, and got some of
the nicest grass that ever was. "There," said the old gentleman duck,
poking up his head, "do as I did, little ones."
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