An ostrich, too, sold by retail;
There were bees and butterflies tasting the fruits,
And a pig drinking out of a pail.

Ganderee went into an elephant's shop,
And quickly she bought a new churn;
For, as it grew late, she feared to stop,
As in safety she wished to return.

Ere, however, she got about half the way,
She saw approaching her foe;
And now she hissed with fear and dismay,
For she knew not which way to go.

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But at last of a capital plan she bethought,
Of a place where she safely might hide;
She got into the churn that she just had bought,
And then fastened the lid inside.

The churn was placed on the brow of a hill,
And with Ganderee's weight down it rolled,
Passing the Fox, who stood perfectly still,
Quite alarmed, though he was very bold.

For the Goose's wings flapped strangely about,
And the noise was fearful to hear;
And so bruised she felt she was glad to get out,
When she thought that the coast was clear.

So safely she reached her own home at noon,
And the Fox ne'er saw her that day
But after the fair he came very soon,
And cried out, in a terrible way,--

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"Quick, quick, let me in! oh, for once be kind,
For the huntsman's horn I hear;
O, hide me in any snug place you can find,
For the hunters and hounds draw near!"

So the Goose looked out, in order to see
Whether Reynard was only in jest;
Then, knowing that he in her power would be,
She opened the door to her guest.

"I'll hide you," she said, "in my nice new churn."
"That will do very well," said he;
"And thank you for doing me this good turn,
Most friendly and kind Ganderee."

Then into the churn the Fox quickly got;
But, ere the Goose put on the top,
A kettle she brought of water quite hot,
And poured in every drop.

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Then the Fox cried out, "O! I burn, I burn!
And I feel in a pitiful plight;"
But the Goose held fast the lid of the churn,
So Reynard he died that night.

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MORAL.

Mankind have an enemy whom they well know,
Who tempts them in every way;
But they, too, at length shall o'ercome this foe,
If wisdom's right law they obey.

THE WONDERFUL HISTORY OF HENNY-PENNY.

One fine summer morning a Hen was picking peas in a farm-yard, under
a pea-stack, when a pea