Arizona republican., 1921-09-11

LoNeLEes RECEIVES CALLERS,

LON6LEGS RECEIVES CALLERS
 Longlegs the Blue Heron felt de- cidedly out of sorts. It was beautiful morning. too beautiful for anyone to be feeling that way. In- deed, it was the same beautiful morning Grandfather Frog had caught so many foolish green flies that he had stuffed his white and yellow waistcoat until he could not get another one in. and had then gone to sleep right out in plain sight on his big green lily-pad in the Smiling Pool. It was the very same morning that Little Joe Otter had gone down to the Big River fishing and had had such success that he was fairly bubbling over with good feeling.
 Jolly. round, red MT. Sun was smil- ing his broadest. The Merry Little Freezes of Old Mother West Wind were dancing happily here and there over the Green Meadows, looking for some good turn to do for others The little featAered people to whom Old Mother Nature has given the great blessing of music in their throats were pouring out their sweetest songs. So it seemed as if there was no good reason why Longlegs should feel out of sorts. The fact Is. the trouble with Longlegs was an empty stomach. Yes. sir, that is what ailed Longlegs the Blue Heron that sun shiny morning. You know, it, is hard work to be hungry and happy at the same time.
 So Longlegs stood on the edge of a shallow little pool in the Laughing Brook grumbling to himself Just little while before he had seen Lit tie Joe Otter carrying home a big fish, and this had made him hungrier and more out of sorts than ever. In the first place, 1t made him envious, and envy, you know, always stirs up bad feelings He knew perfectly well that Little Joe had caught that fish by boldly chasing it. for Little Joe can swim even faster than a fish- But Longlegs chose to try to make himself think that 1t was all luck. Moreover, he wanted to blame some one for his own lack of success. as most people who fail do. So when Little Joe had called out, Hi. Long legs, what luck this fine morning ?' Longlegs just pretended not to hear. But when Little Joe was out Of sight and hearing he began to grumble to himself.
 "No wonder I have no luck with that fellow racing up and down the brook,'' said he. He isn't content to catch what he wants himself. but IrlRlIenS the rest OL tlc liSil 5O hioe an honest fisherman like l has no chance at all. I don't see what Old Mother Nature was thinking of when she gave him liking for fish. He and Billy Mink are just two worth less little scamps. born to make trouble for other people,"
 He was still grumbling when these two same little scamps poked their heads out of the grass on the other side of the little pool. You look happy. Longlegs. Must be that you have had a good breakfast" said Lit tie Joe, nudging Billy Mink.
 Longlegs snapped his great bill angrily. What are you doing here spelling my fishing" he demanded Haven't you got the Big River and all the rest of the Laughing Brook tc fool around in? This is my pool. and I'll thank you to keep away" Billy Mink chuckled to that Long ' legs heard him, and that didn't i'm | prove his temper a bit. But before | he could say anything more Little | Joe Otter spoke.
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