THE GOOD SCRIBES

Sun (Auckland), Volume 1, Issue 110, 30 July 1927, Page 27

THE GOOD SCRIBES

TTILDA V snn, Jean Mclndoe. Cissy Williamson. Dorothy Bramley. Albert Jeffery, Herbert Turner. Jean Wilson, Nola Craig. Flora Chilwell, Gordon Macfarlane, Nesta East, Letty Geen. Joan. Forbes, Annie Gordon. Isabel Davis. Mary Hanson, Joan Makinson. Scott Geen. Nancy Waller. Loris Grinter, Fitzie Morris. Daphne Howell, Alan Mackenzie.

THE MOUNTAIN AND THE SQUIRREL The mountain and the squirrel Had a quarrel. And the former called the latter “Little prig”: Bun replied. “You are doubtless very big: But all sorts of things and weather Must be taken in to together To make up a year And a sphere. And I think it no disgrace To occupy my place. If I’m not so large as you. And not half so spry; I’ll not deny you make A very pretty squirrel track. Talents differ; all is well and wisely put; If I cannot carry forests on my back. Neither can you crack a nut

THE SINGER I heard a thrush sing on a tree to-day. Just what he sang I really couldn't I think it was a little song of things Like secrets —then he spread his straight brown wings. And went away right up in the blue. Happy because there was so much he knew. THE STARLINGS Speckledy, speckledy. bandy-legged bird. What is that queer little noise that I heard ? Listen! It’s coming again, very clear— Is there a carpenter anywhere near? Speckledy, speckledy. sawing of wood. That was the sound that I heard as I stood Under the boughs of the mulberry tree— Speckledy, speckledy. what can it be? “Little one, little one. listen again! Tisn’t a saw and it isn’t a plane. It’s just a wee song, and it comes from the‘throats Of busy young bandy-legs learning their notes.” THE DUCKLINGS' REGATTA “Let’s have a boat race, the tl ing they call a regatta, yon know,” said the ducklings. “All the grown-up ducks have one, so why don’t we have one. too? We will make two rafts of waterlily leaves, and two of us can row to-

gether in each raft. And the race shall be from the bank to the winning post.” So Fluffy and Huffy rowed one raft, and their cousins, Puffy and Duffy, rowed the other one. And, at first, it looked as if Fluffy and Huffy were sure to win. But just as they got near the post. Fluffy said if they won the prize, he would spend the money all himself. He said he was the eldest, and rowed the best, and so he ought to have all the prize to himself. And Huffy got angry, and they began to quarrel. Ami so they did not look where they were . going, and suddenly. Fluffy’s oar .stuck' in a piece of wood, and he fell over backward on top of Huffy. And Huffy-, i fell over backward right off the raft I into the water! And as they tried j td get right again and go on rowing. ' Puffy and Duffy skimmed past them „ |to the winning post. ** * | So remember, when you go out boatj ing, it is never safe to quarrel in tibboat, or something is sure to happen.GREEDY JOCK Margery had a little dog called Jock.! (and although he was the nicest little? idog you could wish to meet, even his? owner had to admit that he had one : j horrid fault—he was very greedy.' ! When he was given a bone he used to ! take it in the garden and growl if any-. I one even came near him. Sometimes when one of his bone.< was lying on the lawn, the birds use<T to come and pick at it. and Jock, if he. j saw them from inside the window, would bark madly to be let out to chase' them away. One day Margery took Jock for a* i walk and, on the way. he found a lovely juicy bone. Greedy Jock was most ex- | cited, although he'd just had a good I dinner at home, and he pounced on the | bone and walked along beside her witie iit in his mouth. Presently they camto a pond, and Margery stopped to look. ! into it. Jock had to look in. too, and, imagine his surprise when he sAw a ! little dog looking up at him. also witii a bone In his mouth. “Orrr!” he said. That looks a nicer bone than mine. I’m going to get it.’*' I and dropping his bone, he made ’ spring at the other dog. But. of course; . the other dog was only his own refiec-? tion, and the next minute a very wetlittle dog was climbing sadly out of the : cold pond. That was bad enough, but what was worse, was the fact that his own bone, i was at the bottom of the water and .neither he nor Margery could get it out, I hope this will teach Jock not to be tso greedy in future, don’t you? A GOOD BADGER Mused a badger, “There's much in a I Take my own, for example. T blame C Those who labelled me Bad. No sound reason they had. For to live like a Goodger's my aim.” ? Why should a farmer keep a goat?— To sell the cream and still have the j butter. —Sent in by Nora Purkcs.