n the Big Red Barn. "Jack Frost is
here, for I can see the silver frost upon the grass in the Sunny
Meadow," and then that gilded rooster turned his head to the North and
blew on his gilt toes to keep them warm.

Pretty soon Old Sic'em walked out of his little dog house and shook
himself. "Bow wow," he said, "it's a chilly morning."

"Cock-a-doodle-do," said Cocky Doodle, and then Henny Penny cackled
loudly:

"I've laid an egg so white and clean
'Twould grace a breakfast for a queen.
But if a little girl should beg
The farmer for my pretty egg,
I'd tell him quick to let her go
And take my egg as white as snow."

As the little hen finished her song, she noticed Little Jack Rabbit by
the Old Rail Fence.

"Helloa, Mrs. Henny Penny," he said. "I like your song. If I see any
poor little girl I'll tell her!" and then the little rabbit hopped
away, for he just couldn't stay a moment in one place, let me tell you.
He wanted to be on the hop, skip and jump all the time, just like lots
of little boys and girls I know.

Well, by and by, after a while, he saw Old Professor Jim Crow scratching
his head with his claw.

"What's the matter?" asked the little rabbit.

"I can't make out something I've written in my little Black Book,"
answered the old black bird, and he scratched his head again and looked
dreadfully perplexed, which means worse than worried, you know.

"Let me look," said Little Jack Rabbit. And when the old blackbird had
flown down from his pine tree, the little bunny leaned over his
shoulder, and read: "Oh, oh, oh, Squirreltown!"

"Why, that's the Squirrel Brothers telephone number," he laughed. "So it
is," said Professor Jim Crow. "I'm so glad you told me! Let's call them
up!"

"'One, three, five, Chestnut Hill!'
Keep on ringing, Central, till
Some one answers, 'Hello! who
Is calling up my Bungaloo!'

"But if no one says a word;
Not a twitter from a bird,
Nor a chatter comes your way,
Call again another day."

GRANDPA POSSUM

But! gracious me! Central gave Little Jack Rabbit the wrong number, for
as he stood in the Hollow Stump Telephone Booth, with the receiver to
his ear, he heard Grandpa Possum say:

"I don't care how hard it snows,
Nor how Old Mr. North Wind blows,
For I'm as safe as safe can be
In a big warm hole in the old nut tree."

"Ha, ha!" laughed the little rabbit, hopping out of the bo