Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1907-11-30
A ROOSTER THAT
" FOUND OUT

There was summer sunshine everywhere;
golden splashes of dandelons in the
meadow grass; yellow tufts Of chicka-
biddies in the barnyard.
Pip. you naughty little rooster. come
home this Instant" Susan Nipper clucked
excitedly, her head thrust out the coop
window.
With a reckless dsobedience Pip strobe
on-three bold steps toward the curious
black object with the two yellow lights In
the tower Then, in sudden panic, he
turned tail, and fed.
He found his mother wildly pacing the
floor, her feathers ruffied with anxiety,
Pip, Pip! How can you worry me soy
she nervously clucked.
Il wanted to know"
wanted to know" angrily repeated
Mrs. Nipper. That was your excuse LOT
getting into the water can and almost
drowning when you were five days old!
Little roosterS, my son, who wish to be
really wise, mind their mothers without
wanting to know the why's and where
fores, for mothers always have good rea-
sons for their commands. That was a
Cat which you insisted upon approaching
in so foolhardy a manner-a dangerous
beast with horrible claws, which Kills Ut
tie chickens, and eats them This partlc-
| tress, and is said to be harmless, but do
! not trust her 1t makes my feathers creep
| to see her watching you children at play!
Now, Pip Nipper. you're not to go out
again this afternoon"
/ Pip sulked in corner Of the coop. 1t
was ridiculous to treat him like baby,
when he was growing up so fast. That
very morning Pedro Shanghai and he had
been comparing combs, and Cleopatra
Speckles had declared Pip's the most
promising.
Although Mrs. Nipper has a very large
| family, her other children were all sweet
| little things. Why Pip should be SO diff
| ferent was a sad puzzle. There was a
| sudden tug at her left wing.
Pip she clucked in whisper, is
| that YOU kicking the covers OFF,"
II want to know what it is, peeped
| frightened voice.
THAT awful, spooky rustic! Oh, mother
I'm SO afraid it's the bogey-rooster after
| me-"
Pip Nipper, have you been listening to
Pedro Shanghais silly stories. when
| mother told you not to play with MIN
again? The only bogey-rooster is pao
when they don't mind their mothers The
sound you hear is the pretty leaves on the
trees talking in their sleep"
There was a long silence. and at last
Mrs. Nippers head YEARLY nodded.
But If Pip s nursery days filled Susan
Nipper's breast with anxiety, when her
chickabiddies were old enough to leave
the coop, and be proudly led about the
great outside yard, his behavior became
a positive torment to his nervous. sensi-
tive mother.
Upon all risky expeditions of investi-
CATION he ran beyond the sound Of her
cluck If it were muddy he battered
across the clean porches; if 1t were dry
he busted himself in the middle of the
mistress pet flower bed-always he
brought a scolding and a shooting upon
his whole family. There was no mis-
chief nor disturbance in the barnyard
that the hens did not cackle. That hor-
rid little Pip is at the bottom Of it!'' In
spite of his mothers arguments he al
most broke a wing because he wanted
to know why he couldn't fly up on the
roost like the "grown-ups," and he dis
astrously strained his vocal cords try
ing to crow like his Uncle Caesar Angus
tus. Finally he famed himself for a week
by falling down in tangle of under
brush in the woods where he had stealth
lily gone against his mothers strict COM
mands, because he wanted to know
what was on the other side of the fence
The time came at last when even so
devoted a mother as Susan Nlpper was
forced to admit that her children were
grown up.
"Of course, my dears," she impressed
upon them, the 'ast night that she was
to gather them under her wings, IF
you're in any trouble or wish advice,