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Show AARY GRAHAM BONNER. i CC'liC.w' I ll"lf ".tVlMt u"iON - I ROOSTER HERO A very large bird was flying In the air. To himself he wns saying: It would never do to give away anything I would like to eat." : The large bird talked on in this way to himself as he went whizzing through the air. "How hungry I do feel. I want to have a fine dinner din-ner tomorrow. I think I will have a party and ask a number of my friends. "That is, of mi oi.- i course, if 1 get Mr. Chicken ' , ljaw more than I want to eat myself. He was no relation to a pig not the most distant kind of a relation even though he was so fond of eating, but he was something, far worse than greedy, he was very cruel. Ills name was Mr. Chicken Hawk. He had been so. named years and years and years before because his great-great-great-grandfather and all his family had loved to catch chickens, and a poultry yard was their Idea of a fine dining room. "I'll have a nice little hen, I think." He was looking at Mrs. White Hen as he said that, and she seemed to know that her life was In danger. uci, sue cucKiea, w'tiat snail I do?" Mrs. Alarm Clock Hen, who gave such fine eggs for breakfast, ran over to Mrs. White Hen's side clucking: "Oh, dear, I'm so sorry. I do hope he'll choose some other sort of a dinner. "Chicken dinners make me feel rather nervous when I think about them even at the beet of times." "There's another hen," said the Chicken Hawk. "I will wait a moment more for some of the nice, tender children to come out. They will fit in so well for dessert." The hens were cackling and shrieking, shriek-ing, for the Chicken Hawk had come very near to the poultry yard by the barn. Suddenly out rushed Red Top, the Rooster. "What's the trouble?" he crowed. But as soon as he had asked that question he spied the large bird. "Coek-a-dnodle-do, " Shoo, Shoo Shoo!" he called. ' And the farmer,' not knowing what was happening, rushed out. "You won't be there for his dinner party tomorrow," said the farmer, as he aimed his gun at the Chicken Hawk. "No, instead my chickens will be given a special dinner of their own." But as he went to get some very fine grain and seed for them the barnyard barn-yard was In an uproar shrieking in all their different voices: "Red Top is a hero. His crowing saved the day !" But the day which was a "Monday" "Mon-day" said that night when he got home: "He didn't save me. He saved the chickens. But it is a way people have of talking. "They will speak of a day being be-ing saved meaning mean-ing that the day as far 'as they are concerned has not been ruined and utterly spoiled. I "That is what they mean." "Oh, I under-s under-s t a n a," said iveanesciny. Thursday agreed. So did Friday. So did Satu'r- Cite- I j So' did Stnulay. ''f'u TrU" But not Taes- b'6? He Crowed. day. For Tuesday was on duty. Tues- I day had gone on duty Just exactly at midnight when Monday had come off j The days are prompt like that absolutely ab-solutely and unfailingly prompt. |