. Picture fables . BOY AND FOAL. BOY. Come, Foal, and let me your back bestride; Up hill, down dale, well merrily No, Boy, my step is for you too fast,I surely should throw you off at last;There stands in the corner a horse for you,Wholl bear you more safely than I could do. He stretchd forth his arms, its neck to clasp,But, swift as the wind, it eluded his grasp;He pouted at first, but soon bestrodeHis wooden horse, and thereon he rode,But said, Im determined, come what may, Ill ride on that pony, some fine day. 67. CHICKENS. CHICKENS! what may the matter be?That youre all running
. Picture fables . BOY AND FOAL. BOY. Come, Foal, and let me your back bestride; Up hill, down dale, well merrily No, Boy, my step is for you too fast,I surely should throw you off at last;There stands in the corner a horse for you,Wholl bear you more safely than I could do. He stretchd forth his arms, its neck to clasp,But, swift as the wind, it eluded his grasp;He pouted at first, but soon bestrodeHis wooden horse, and thereon he rode,But said, Im determined, come what may, Ill ride on that pony, some fine day. 67. CHICKENS. CHICKENS! what may the matter be?That youre all running so timidly;See you him lurking, the fox so need not fear, and Ill tell you why,—Our watch-dog has seen his crafty face,And will send him packing in dire disgrace. The fowls from that day were scared no more-The good dog Keeper he kept the door—Cackling they went through the yard all day,And many an egg in the straw laid they;At night they quietly slept in stall,For good dog Keeper, he watchd for all. 68
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