Ottumwa tri-weekly courier. [volume] (Ottumwa, Iowa) 1903-1916, 1916-05-02
Children's Evening Story

I The sharp edges of the tin caught in
her fur and there she was, stuck fast
with the can over her head, and the
nutmeg, the bottle of blueing and the
yeast cake In there with her.
"Oh, dear me suz-dud!" she cried
"I'm fast!"/
She tried to shake the can off, but it
wouldn't shake. Then she tried to pull
herself out, but the can was still on
her head and went everywhere she
went, like Mary's little lamb. Then
poor Brighteyes tried to stand up on
her hind legs, and hit the can against
tree or stone, thinking she could
and then she turned a somesault,
thinking she could knock 1t of, but 1t
wouldn't come off, and then she turned
somesault,, thinking that would help,
but though she even stood on her
head In the can and wiggled her hind
legs, 1t did no good.
"Oh, I'm caught fast!" cried the poor
little creature, and she rolled around
and around on the ground, thinking
that would help some, but 1t didn't.
Then she heard some one coming
along through the woods, and she call
ed out: who's there? Please help
me out of this CAM" s} ~.~, &.s,ssa
"I'm Johnnie Bushytail," answered a
voice. "Who are your" ...
I'm Brighteyes Pigg," she said.
please help me-"
But her voice sounded SO queer and
hollow, shut up as it was in the can,
and nutmeg ratified around 80. like
thunder, that Johnnie Bushytail, the
squirrel was frightened and ran away,
without helping Brighteyes. Then she
felt like crying, but, in little while
she heard some one else coming along
through the woods and she called: ooh
please help mo! Who is there?"
I'm Sammie Littletail," was the
answer. who are your
'I'm Brighteyes Pigg," she replied.
Help me, pleased" f.,
But her voice sounded so strange
and hollow In the can, and just then
the yeast cake came bouncing out,
where there was a little space near
Baghteyes' neck and the tinfoil was
all shining so that Sammie thought
some one was shooting square, silver
bullets at him, and away he ran.
Then Brighteyes was going to give
up in despair, and she thought she
would never, never get out, and she
wished she had never eaten the mo.
lasses, when, all of a sudden, she
heard some one else coming along,
and between her sobs she cried out:
ooh, please, whoever you are, don't
run away! Help me out Of this can!
Who are you,'
T am Alice Wibblewobble, the
duck" was the answer. "Who are you!
IT am Brighteyes. Pigg," said the
little creature In the molasses can, and
Just then the bottle of blueing broke
inside and the blue stuff ran out trick.
ling to one side.
ooh, you must be the blue fairy"
cried Alice and she took her strong
bill and bent back the edges of the tin
can so that Brighteyes could get out,
which she soon did, and was not hurt
in the least.
OF course Alice was surprised to
see guinea pig instead Of blue
fairy, but she was glad she had saved
Brighteyes, who had to go back to the
store for another bottle of blueing. But
the nutmeg and the yeast cake were
all right
Then Alice Wibblewobble poured the
rest Of the molasses took it home to
Buddy, who liked it very much and
almost wish I had some molasses
candy; don't you?
Now, in the next story I'm going to
tell you about DR.. Pigg and the fire.
cracker! that is If the mosquitoes do
not sing SO loudly that they wake up
the baby's rattle box.