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Show Little Stones for Bed Time By Thornton W Burgos ' I 1 FARMER BROWN'S BOY CHOPS DOWN A TREE Ther was aa ol poasum llr4 up In trap; 111, ho. saa th ehlpa nyl Th .lyt el thlaf thai you vr 41 III. ho. th chip nyl H at sod h t In th dark of th night And when th day cam not an egg wa In sight. But now that 1 know whr h'a making his b4. I'll do without ga and will st him In- atad 111. ha. sa th chips nyt Farmer Brown . boy eang aa he awung his K.an ax. and the chtpa did fly They Haw out on tha white .now In all 41-rectlon. 41-rectlon. An4 the louder Farmer Brown e boy aang tha faster the chips Haw. Farmer Brown's boy had coma to tha Oreen Foreat bright and early that morning, morn-ing, snd he ha made up hla mln that he would take home a fat poaaum for din-nr din-nr H didn't hav the least doubt about It. an thst Is why he aang aa ha made tha chips fly. He ha tracked that poasum right up to that tree, and there were no tracks going sway from II. Riaht up near the top he cou14 eee a hollow. Just such s hollow as a poasum llkee. All he hs4 to do wss to cut the tree down and epltt It open and Mr. Poe-eum Poe-eum woui be hla. So Farmer Brown e boy ewung hla ax chop, chop, chop and the chlpe flew out on the while enow, and Farmer Brown's boy aang. never once thinking of how the poeeum he wae after might feel. Of rourae. It waa Unc' Billy Pneapm whoaa tracka he hsd followed. .He ha4 eeen Ihem out.lda of the henhonse Juet se Unc' Billy had been afraid that he would. He couldn't vary wall have helped It. becauae be-cauae thoee trark. were so very plsln to ha aaan. t'nc' Billy hed thought about them when he wa. Half way to the Green Foreat. It wse too lste then. He ought to have thourht of them before he had made them Then he wouldn't hare mode them at all. but would have kept hidden hid-den In the henhouse until ther wasn t anv enow to ehow hla track.. That ha been a long, hard, anxlnu. tourney for Unc' Billy from Farmer Brown", henhouse to the Oreen Foreet The enow was so deep that he could hardly wsde through It. When he reached that hollow tree be was so tired that It wss sll be could o to climb It. Of course. It wssn't hie own hollow tree, where Mrs Poeeum an the eight little poeeume live. He knew batter than to m there leaving a plain track for Farmer ,-. ,. . to follow So he had been very thankful to climb up thle hollow tree. An now. Juet aa he ha feare. here waa Farmer Brown', boy Chop. ebon, chop! The enow waa covered cov-ered with chlpe now. Chop. chop, chop' The tree bgan to ehrver and then tp .hake Crs-a-ck! With a great eraah over it wenlt Bnweer Ihe Hound barked i excitedly ana, with Farmer Brown's boy. rushed to the hollow near the top to catch air fussuni if hs should run out. But he kbVt run out. Parmer Brown's boy rapped on the trs with th handle of his ax. but no one ran nut "I guess has playing dead.' aaid Parmer Brown's boy. snd began to aplit open the tree so ss to get Into the hallow. hal-low. And se he chopped he began to elng again. Pretty aoon he had epltt the tree wide open. In the bottom of the hollow waa an old nest of Chatterer the Red Squirrel snd thst waa all. Farmer Brown' a boy nibbed his eyea and stared and .tared and stared There were Unc Billy's track I .ad In straight up to that tree and not leading sway. Did that Poeeum hav wtngev |