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Show COrrtiGKl IT vlllUN NTvTirti union ROOSTER'S ESCAPE "Cackle, cackle," said Mrs. Hen. "Now what's the matter?" asked fc-T-j Red Top, the JgSS" Booster, in a very Zri!0r cross tone. Mmj "You're always P& grumbling about fWte something, Mrs. gftr Hen. Why can't V yon rest, and be 0 quiet, and stay ? where you were ps In the hen house?" &ilk-3T5 "Cackle! S J-M Cackle I Hurry I Ml ""L Get out of the ita, ) tV , way I" Mrs. Hen 5 went on saying, fLr excitedly. "Don t you see Dashing Around that automobile the Corner. coming?" "Oh, where where?" asked Bed Top, who was quite frightened now. But he did not have to ask "where" a third time. There was the automobile dashing around the corner and almost upon him. "Dear me," he said, "to which side shall I run? "I'm right right In the middle of the road." "Cackle, cackle I" came from Mrs. Hen. "Come this side. Come where I am." "No, cackle, cackle, you will reach this side more quickly. Come this side," said Mrs. White Hen. Now Bed Top had gone to the side of the road where Mrs. Hen was waiting wait-ing for him when Mrs. White Hen had called to him .from the other side. And back again he went across the road. The big people in the automobile had thought, of course, that Red Top was quite safe on the side with Mrs. Hen, when he had suddenly turned around and rushed across again for all he was worth. "Oh, help, help," shouted Red Top, "I'm being killed I A cruel automobile Is running me down." But no, the automobile had been stopped Just In time. And there it waited until Red Top made up his mind to really go to one side and get out of its way. But he had lost several of his beautiful beau-tiful feathers in hurrying and Mrs. Hen began to scold. "It's a wonder," she said, "that you weren't killed. Then, who would have crowed and made every one get up In the morning? "You say you are the best crower then why don't you try to look after yourself?" "Nonsense," said Red Top, who had recovered from his scare, "I guess I know what I'm about. "If I was a little undecided which side of the road I wanted to be on well, that's my own affair. "And, too, didn't I make that automobile auto-mobile stop? "That's the way to treat them. The trouble with most roosters is that they're afraid of automobiles. They flatter them and rush out of their way. "As for me I get them puzzled to know just where and when I'm going. "I was In existence, or rather my family was, long, long, long years before be-fore automobiles were. "It Is time some of these modern things were shown that they are not the whole show. "I taught a few lessons that time." But Red Top trembled a little as he heard the sound of an automobile horn in the dis- tance, and all the others knew that ry though he was 4 crowing now he V was pretty much I, . v afraid of automo- It iTVi biles and of isiijB V people who were L jvVOi a In such a hurry yV!rHfe. that they wouldn't f ji Oii stop to consider 55Sw$c. the life of a poor rooster or hen. J, Iljj4 Oh no, they fJC'' knew he was not P All, so free of fear as j1K-WN he was pretending l""" I to be and as Mr8 Hen Began every once in a tQ while he boasted of being. They knew, too, that he knew how inconsiderate people often were and how people felt that each and every road belonged to them and that anything any-thing that got In the way or went upon the road did so at their own risk. The roads didn't like to have people feel that way about them, but what were the roads to do about It, downtrodden down-trodden as they were? And the roosters and the hens? They must take core so that automobile automo-bile owners could go dashing thoughtlessly thought-lessly through the country. |