one crying: "Help! Help! Oh, help!"

"Let's go and see who it is," suggested Jimmie.

"Maybe it's a dog, or a bad rat, or a fox," objected Lulu.

"No," said her brother, "they would never call for help. Come on."

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So they walked on, looking this way and that, to see what they could see;
on and on through the woods, until, just as they came from behind a big
oak tree, what should they catch sight of, but poor, Grandfather
Goosey-Gander, caught fast in the middle of a pile of brush.

"Oh dear me! Oh my goodness me sakes alive! Oh, floppy! floppy! floppy!
Oh, a bag of salt and some corn meal!" cried the poor old gentleman duck.
"I am in a terrible state! Help me!"

Then Lulu and Jimmie ran right up to him, and asked him what was the
matter.

"Oh dear," he said, "I really can't say. I've lost my glasses, and I can't
see very well. All I know is that I was walking in the woods, thinking
what a nice day it was, when, all of a sudden, in about a quack and a
half, I found myself caught fast. And the worst part of it is that I can't
get loose!"

"Let me take a look," said Jimmie.