Show BEDTIME STORY STOR 4 by THORNTON W BURGESS BURGESS OLD MOTHER NATURES WHITE MAGIC P acter ETER RABBIT Is just like most i boys and girls when the first real snow falls it if he had the voice for shouting he would shout for pure joy As it Is he licks kicks his long heels beels together and does foolish things just to show how good he feels I 1 suspect that it unc billy possum should see him he he would say say that peter is light in his bis hold hald put but ancl ucc billy possum means to be and usually Is snug and warm it in his hollow tree when the first snow falls to peter the white magic as he calls the snow Is one of the most wonderful of all the wonderful things which old mother nature gives to the great world by means of it in a single day or a single night she changes the green meadows and the green forest into a sort of fairyland a be beautiful auti ful glittering white fairyland wherein Is not cot one single ugly or unpleasant pleasant uri thing to sm see there was the old pasture when jolly round red mr air sun went to bed behind the purple hills the old pasture was a black and dreary waste for you remember that the red terror had swept across it and left it black and unsightly a dreadful thin thing to look at now as jolly round red mr sun licked kicked his blankets and began his dally climb up in the blue blue sk sky y the old pasture lay white while and pure rind and beautiful was not that magic in just the few short hours of the night old mother nature had bad made a wonderfully beautiful thing of a dreadfully ugly thing sometimes confided peter to little mrs peter 1 I have wished that I 1 had bad wings like the birds and could fly away to the sunny south land just to see new things but now I 1 am glad I 1 got w wings logs for I 1 dont believe that down there in the sunny southland Is anything so new and wonderful as what we nave have right here nere here we weare are right in the dear old brier patch on the green meadows and right over yonder Is the green forest yet everything Is new and different from what it was yesterday not one single thing looks the same why even those friendly old brambles are beautiful now and you know that much as we love love thern them we never could call them beautiful before sometimes ive thought that it fair of old mother nature to give the birds a chance to see so much while we have to I 1 P Z X ift t V 0 a I 1 01 M 0 0 0 51 1 ig p tz oh said peter that Is only old the hawk I 1 stay right here all the year yearth through h but I 1 take it all back now we cant go to see new thin things so she just makes aur own little part of the great world all over for us and I 1 miss it for anything lets go over to the green forest a and nd s see ee what I 1 it t I 1 looks oo 00 IS like e well do nothing of the kind peter rabbit Rabbi tl 1 declared little mrs peter are you crazy look over there on a limb of that nig big hickory tr tree e e W what I 1 bat Is t that b at peter looked on a low branch he saw a black spot it was so far away that it looked like nothing but a spot but against the white of the snow enow it was quite black oil oh said peter carelessly that Is only old the hawk he cant catch us lie ile certainly cant it if we stay right here in the old crier brier patch declared mrs peter and that Is just what we are going to do youve fooled him by squatting perfectly still in the brown grass but you cant fool him that way now if you had bad a white coat you might do it but with a brown coat you a chance in the world so admitted peter 1 I had forgotten all about that I 1 guess you are quite right my dear well have to watt walt until night before we go to the green forest and im just crazy to see what it Is like over there peter sighed if you think im going with mith you you yon are greatly mistaken declared little mrs peter with considerable spirit it Is dangerous enough over there at best but with everything white except your coat it Is a great deal more dangerous oh peter please promise to stay right here in the dear old brier patch 11 dut cut peter promise nc E by J 0 lloyd service |