THE JAY BIRD WHO WENT TAME - Twilight Stories Book VIII E-Book

John Breck

• Herausgeber: Abela Publishing
• Kategorie: Fantasy und Science-Fiction
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2021

Beschreibung

When the big rain began to fall Chaik Jay and Tad Coon dashed for cover, but on his way to cover in the pickery thorn bush, Chaik hurt his wing. He knew have had a bad time with it if he’d tried to stay in the pickery thorn bush, and Tad Coon, who knew a thing or two, advised the bird to let Louie Thomson catch him as Louie had found, bound and freed birds with injured wings before.
But just how did Chaik lose all his natural wildness and go tame?
Well you’ll just have to download and read this most excellent children’s book to find out how it all happened!
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KEYWORDS/TAGS: Chaik, Jay Bird, Tad Raccoon, coon, Home, big rain, Evening Party, Thomson’s House, Discovery, Holes, Men live in, Dr. Muskrat, Adventures, in the Barn, Woodsfolk, Hungry Villain, Fill Himself, Fright, Killer the Weasel, Weary, Round of Troubles, Mouse Heaven, Mrs. Tabitha Puss-cat, Secret, Things, Thrashed Out, Illustrations, illustrated, Louie Thomson, tame Jay Bird, rat, chicken killer, house-folks, great fun, Doctor Muskrat, White Cow, drinking pond, friends, ducks, enjoy, visit, Woods, Fields, big hickory tree, Chatter Squirrel, burst, straw pile, in and out, up and down

Leseprobe

The Jay Bird Who Went Tame

by

John Breck

Book VIIIFirst Edition

Illustrated by

William T. Andrews

Originally Published Bu

Doubleday, Page & Company, New York

[1923]

Resurrected By

Abela Publishing, London

[2021]

THE JAY BIRD

WHO WENT TAME

Typographical arrangement of this edition

© Abela Publishing 2021

This book may not be reproduced in its current format in any manner in any media, or transmitted by any means whatsoever, electronic, electrostatic, magnetic tape, or mechanical ( including photocopy, file or video recording, internet web sites, blogs,wikis, or any other information storage and retrieval system) except as permitted by law without the prior written permission of the publisher.

Abela Publishing,

London

United Kingdom

2021

ISBN-: -X-XXXXXX-XX-X

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The Jay Bird Who Went Tame

Told at Twilight Stories

By JOHN BRECK

Other Children’s Books By

John Breck

Mostly About Nibble The BunnyNibble Rabbit Makes More FriendsThe Sins Of Silvertip The FoxTad Coon’s TricksThe Wavy Tailed WarriorTad Coon’s Great AdventureThe Bad Little OwlsThe Jay Bird Who Went Tame

Contents

I. Chaik and Tad Make Themselves at Home

II. An Evening Party at the Thomson’s House

III. Chaik Makes Discoveries About the Holes Men Live In

IV. Dr. Muskrat’s Adventures in the Barn

V. Further Doings of the Woodsfolk at the Barn

VI. A Hungry Villain Fills Himself—But Only with Fright

VII. Killer the Weasel in a Weary Round of Troubles

VIII. Killer Finally Reaches Mouse-Heaven

IX. Mrs. Tabitha Puss-cat’s Secret

X. Many Things Thrashed Out

List of Illustrations

Louie Thomson and his tame Jay Bird

Tad catches the rat that was killing the chickens

Chaik begins to find out that living with house-folks is really great fun

Doctor Muskrat examines the White Cow’s drinking pond

Doctor Muskrat makes friends with the ducks

Killer wasn’t enjoying his visit to the Woods and Fields a bit

Killer climbs the big hickory tree after Chatter Squirrel

The Woodsfolk began bursting out of the straw pile, in and out and up and down

Louie Thomson and his tame Jay Bird

Chapter IChaik and Tad Make Themselves at Home

Prob’ly you’re all wondering what happened to Chaik Jay and Tad Coon when the big rain began to fall. Chaik had hurt his wing. He’d have had a bad time with it if he’d tried to stay in the pickery thorn bush, in the Quail’s Thicket, down by Dr. Muskrat’s Pond. Tad Coon knew a thing or two when he advised the bird to let Louie Thomson catch him. Well, when Louie burst into his mother’s kitchen with Chaik holding on tight to his fat, warm finger he was ’most bursting with pride. You know just how you’d feel if you were Louie. Chaik felt just a little fluttery, but he knew he was safe so long as the little boy held him. He waved his well wing and put up his crest, but he never let go his hold on the funniest perch he’d ever sat on.

Of course, Louie’s mother forgot all about the supper she was cooking. “Oh, wherever did you catch him?” she asked. “Isn’t he a pretty thing? I never knew they had purple on their necks—just like grapes hanging in the sun. How do you s’pose he keeps all that white in his wings so clean?”

“He takes a bath every morning,” said Louie. “I’ve seen him.”

Tad was out in the woodshed, by the pussycat’s dish, snubbing his shiny black nose against the screen. He was sniffing the hot Johnnycake he could smell baking in the oven. You know Louie promised him some—with syrup on it, too. Pretty soon Chaik had his beak pointed at the stove; he knew what Johnny cake was, because he’d had a taste of the piece Louie brought to the pond. He was ’most as interested as Tad Coon.

Then Louie’s mother smelled it. “Heavens!” she exclaimed. “I clean forgot my oven!” She opened the door and took the Johnnycake out, hot and steaming. Louie took a nice crusty corner, right away quick. Of course Chaik thought that this was the signal for him, so he picked up a crumb—and his eyes fairly popped because he wasn’t used to eating hot things. Then didn’t she laugh! “The smart thing!” said she. “He’s just like folks. But your pa’ll be here in a minute and he won’t think this kitchen’s any place for birds—not if I know him. Quick, Louie! Put him down cellar in the cage so the cats can’t get at him. Here’s enough for him and the coon.”

Down cellar they went, but Louie was careful to leave the door open so Tad could run down and see him. And Chaik didn’t mind the cage so very much.

In fact, he was as comfortable as though he’d been at home. More comfortable, maybe, because it was pretty scary sleeping in the woods with Killer the Weasel sniffing about to find his hiding holes. Anyway, he was too full and too sleepy to think about it.

But Tad Coon wasn’t sleepy a bit.