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Page 11
And that dog was so frightened that he didn't think a single thing
more about eggs, but he just tucked his tail between his legs, where
it wouldn't get in his way, and off he ran.
"Oh, saved at last!" gasped Curly, as he sat down on the curbstone
to rest, "and I still have eight eggs left for mamma's cake." Then
he looked up to see who had rescued him, and it was old Grandfather
Goosey Gander, the father of all the geese. The brave creature had
hissed at the bad egg dog and frightened him away.
"Oh, how thankful I am to you," said Curly, politely, "and when the
cake is baked you shall have a piece, Grandpa Goosey."
So he went on home with the rest of the eggs and--well, I do
declare! I have forgotten all about the elephant! I know he was to
be in this story, somewhere, but there's no room now, so I'll have
to put him in the next one, which will be about Flop and the bag of
meal--that is, if the clothes-basket doesn't fall on the gas stove
and make the rice pudding go down the cellar to hide away from the
rag doll.
STORY VI
FLOP AND THE BAG OF MEAL
Now, let me see, I promised to put in this story, something about
the elephant; didn't I? That's because I left it out of the story on
the page before this, where Curly had such a dreadful time with the
bad egg dog.
Well, now, if I leave the elephant out of this story I promise that
I'll give each one of you an ice cream cone with a raisin in it. All
you'll have to do--in case I forget to tell about the elephant and
how he helped Flop--all you have to do, I say, is to come up to my
house and say "Magoozilum!" at me, just like that, and turn two
somersaults on the parlor rug, and the ice cream cone is yours for
the asking.
But now let's get right at the story. You see it happened this way.
Once upon a time, when Curly and his brother Flop were out in the
yard of the piggy-house, playing "ring around the apple tree," their
mother called to them:
"Oh, boys! come in here!" she said, and when they got to the kitchen
where she was working, she asked them: "Do you know what I'm
making?"
"Pies," said Curly.
"Pudding," suggested Flop, as he tried to make his slimpsy ear stand
up straight, but he couldn't.
"Neither one," said their mother. "But if one of you will go to the
store for me I'll make a Johnny cake for supper."
"A Johnny cake?" asked Curly. "Is it called that because a boy has
to be named Johnny to eat it?"
"No," answered his mother with a laugh, "but lots of boys named
Johnny do eat it. However, just at the last minute I find that I
have no corn meal. Now who wants to go to the store for a bag full,
so I can make the Johnny cake?"
"I went for the eggs, last time," said Curly, sort of slow and
thoughtful like.
"Then I suppose it's Flop's turn to go for the bag of meal," said
his mother. "But I do hope the bad dog doesn't chase him."
"Oh, I'm not afraid, mamma," said the little piggie boy. "If he
comes after me I'll throw corn meal dust in his nose and make him
sneeze, and then he can't see to catch me."
"Very well," said Mrs. Twistytail, so she gave Flop the money for
the bag of meal. Off he started to the store, while his brother,
Curly, went back in the yard to play hop-skip-and-jump, all by
himself.
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