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Mother West Wind's Animal Friends

Mother West Wind's Animal Friends

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BURGESS TRADE QUADDIES MARK

MOTHER WEST WIND'S ANIMAL FRIENDS

BY THORNTON W. BURGESS

Author of "Old Mother West Wind," and "Mother West Wind's Children"

Illustrated by George Kerr

BOSTON
LITTLE, BROWN, AND COMPANY
1920

Copyright, 1912,
By Little, Brown, and Company

All rights reserved


IN TENDER, LOVING, REVERENT MEMORY OF MY MOTHER,
WHO LOVED LITTLE CHILDREN AND WAS BELOVED
OF THEM, AND TO WHOM I OWE A DEBT
OF AFFECTION AND OF GRATITUDE
BEYOND MY POWER TO PAY


Suddenly he met Mr. Panther. Frontispiece.


CONTENTS

CHAPTER PAGE
I. The Merry Little Breezes Save the Green Meadows 1
II. The Stranger in the Green Forest 13
III. How Prickly Porky Got His Quills 29
IV. Peter Rabbit's Egg Rolling 47
V. How Johnny Chuck Ran Away 63
VI. Peter Rabbit's Run for Life 77
VII. A Joker Fooled 93
VIII. The Fuss in the Big Pine 109
IX. Johnny Chuck Finds a Use for His Back Door 123
X. Billy Mink Goes Dinnerless 135
XI. Grandfather Frog's Journey 149
XII. Why Blacky the Crow Wears Mourning 161
XIII. Striped Chipmunk Fools Peter Rabbit 177
XIV. Jerry Muskrat's New House 195
XV. Peter Rabbit's Big Cousin 211

LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS

Suddenly he met Mr. Panther Frontispiece
Reddy strutted out in front of him. "Who are you?" he demanded Page 21
"Please, please wait for me, Peter Rabbit," panted Johnny Chuck 69
"Come on with us to the Big River, fishing," called Billy Mink 138
Peter was so surprised that he nearly fell backward 189
"I'm going to build a house," replied Jerry Muskrat 200

MOTHER WEST WIND'S ANIMAL FRIENDS


I

THE MERRY LITTLE BREEZES SAVE THE GREEN MEADOWS

Old Mother West Wind's family is very big, very big indeed. There are dozens and dozens of Merry Little Breezes, all children of Old Mother West Wind. Every morning she comes down from the Purple Hills and tumbles them out of a great bag on to the Green Meadows. Every night she gathers them into the great bag and, putting it over her shoulder, takes them to their home behind the Purple Hills.

One morning, just as usual, Old Mother West Wind turned the Merry Little Breezes out to play on the Green Meadows. Then she hurried away to fill the sails of the ships and blow them across the great ocean. The Merry Little Breezes hopped and skipped over the Green Meadows looking for some one to play with. It was then

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