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Show H Daddy's KEveiii Fairy Tale jyjAfl&f GRAHAM BOWER. AT THE POND "Well, I never heard of anything so ridiculous In all my life," said Mrs. Duck. "If I had come out of tho water llko that," snld Brother Bacon, "they; would have said It was becauso I was nothing but a pig who didn't care to bo clean." , "And If I hnd como out of tho water like that," said Billy Goat, "they would have said It was becauso I was a goat. Of course I nm a gont, but sometimes they speak of being n gont In such n rudo fashion. Thcy call mo n silly goat and nn old goat, nnd trent mo quite disrespectfully nt times." "We never will again, qunck, quack," said Mrs. Duck. "To think thnt a duck could behave so absurdly." "Moo, moo," said Mrs. Cow, who hod slowly wandered down near tho pond, "I wouldn't act like that. "I often wndo In tho stream by my pasture for hours at n time." "To bo suro you do, qunck, qunck," snld Mrs. Duck. "Chirp, chirp," snld Gcncrnl Sparrow, Spar-row, who was perched on n bush near tho pond, "let mo hear you havo a good fight. It would rejoice my quarrelsome quar-relsome heart." "Goog-a-room, goog-n-roora," said Grnndpn Frog, "do not let tho sparrow see us quarrel. And do not let us qunrrel. I feel wo should give her a chance. Goog-a-room, she should bo given a chance." Grandpa Frog leaned back on his favorite log and snnppcd nt n bug. After ho had eaten the bug and smacked his lips ho said again, "Give her a chanco to spenk." , So tho duck, who had caused nil tho excitement, began to speak: "My name," she Bald, is Mrs. Indian Runner Run-ner Duck. I am not like the other ducks. I do not love tho water aB they do. I will go Into it, but only for n moment. I don't enjoy swimming nbout and calling on my friends in tho pond. I would rather bo outsldo of tho pond. Such nro tho ways of tho Indian Ilunncr Ducks." "Well, quack, quack," said Mrs. Duck, "that explains It, and ns long as alio doesn't belong to my own family, "Do Not Let Us Quarrel." and Isn't ono of my near relatives I do not mind. I feared she was disgracing dis-gracing tho family name." "Speaking of fumlly names," said Grandpa Frog, "wo have a fumlly nnmo In truth I And not only havo wo a family numc, but wo linvo a fumlly history. Come, Animals, I will give a lecture this nfternoon on Frog Fumlly History. Thero will bo no dates to learn und no lists of kings to remember remem-ber so It will be plensnnt history Indeed, In-deed, goog-n-room, goog-a-room." Grandpa Frog sat on n log and nil of the animals who hnd come for tho event that nfternoon sat nbout. Grandpa Frog told of tho different changes ono hnd to mako before ono became a frog that was, of course, provided one wns' going to become n frog. "Ah, yes, n frog has accomplished something In life," said Grandpa Frog. "Ho has been a tadpole, Now he Is n frog. That nlono Is something." ' "Well," said ono of tho nnlnmls, "a man has accomplished something In life too. First he was a boy und then ho became n man." "Goog-u-room, goog-n-room, you think you're smart," nuld Grnmpn Frog. "But when n boy becomes n mnn It Is not like a tadpole becoming n frog. Wo lose our tails we change our wholo appearances. Wo'ro different differ-ent creatures actually though we've changed ouraelves. We have not changed Into another's skin. We've dono the changing. But n boy simply grows bigger und then he becomes a mnn. Ah no, thnt Is very different. Still, If uvery ono .could become ii frog ns I have It would not be sucli nn I honor to be one. And nuw let us have a drluk of pond water." vtiltl Orniitlpr Frog, "and somo delicious bugs, or n any rate I'll hnve a Ptllf refreshim-I'm refreshim-I'm hungry after my lecture and tn'" And then a fine banquet took pi. |