Half-Past Seven Stories by Robert Gordon Anderson
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"HISS! HISS!"
Now it isn't pleasant to try to make a good speech, and have some one hiss you when they ought to be clapping their hands. But that is just what The Foolish White Geese were doing to Jehosophat. Once more he picked up his reader, and marched way up the Brook. He had just begun the lines all over again when Miss Cross Patch the Guinea Hen ran out from behind the barn and screeched horribly--just as he was making that fine gesture, too. "GAWKE'E!--GAWKE'E!--GAWKE'E!" Now to be called gawky when he thought the gesture was particularly graceful, was indeed discouraging. And, to add to his discomfort, when he tried it again--for the hundredth time, it seemed--the cows in the pasture stretched their red muzzles over the bars and called: "BOOOOOOO!" --just as if they wanted him to stop. And the horses whinnied: "FUNN-NN-NN-NNY!" It was no use, so Jehosophat rushed into the house again, stuffed some cotton in his ears, and went up in the attic, where he was sure he wouldn't be disturbed. Here he succeeded pretty well, and had learned two verses, and the name--which was quite important--when the supper bell rang. So he felt |
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