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The Tale of Mr. Jeremy Fisher, published in 1906. Once upon a time there was a frog called Mr. Jeremy Fisher; he lived in a little damp house amongst the buttercups at the edge of a pond. The water was all slippy-sloppy in the larder and in the back passage. But Mr. Jeremy liked getting his feet wet; nobody ever scolded him, and he never caught a cold! He was quite pleased when he looked out and saw large drops of rain, splashing in the pond— "I will get some worms and go fishing and catch a dish of minnows for my dinner," said Mr. Jeremy Fisher.

The Tale of Jemima Puddle-Duck What a funny sight it is to see a brood of ducklings with a hen! —Listen to the story of Jemima Puddle-duck, who was annoyed because the farmer's wife would not let her hatch her own eggs. Her sister-in-law, Mrs. Rebeccah Puddle-duck, was perfectly willing to leave the hatching to some one else—"I have not the patience to sit on a nest for twenty-eight days; and no more have you, Jemima.

This story is called Cinderella by Charles Perrault. This is a LibraryCall recording. There was once an honest gentleman who married the proudest and most disagreeable woman in the whole country after the death of his first wife. The disagreeable woman had two daughters exactly like herself in all things. The man had one daughter of his own, a kind and intelligent young girl. The stepmother soon became jealous of the good qualities of the girl, who was so great a contrast to her own two daughters.

The Tale of Benjamin Bunny One morning a little rabbit sat on a bank. He pricked his ears and listened to the trit-trot, trit-trot of a pony. A wagon was coming along the road; it was driven by Mr. McGregor, and beside him sat Mrs. McGregor in her best bonnet. As soon as they had passed, little Benjamin Bunny slid down into the road, and set off--with a hop, skip, and a jump--to call upon his relations, who lived in the wood at the back of Mr.

This story is called The Ugly Duckling by Hans Christian Anderson. This is a LibraryCall adaptation and recording. The country was lovely just then; it was summer! The wheat was golden and the oats were still green. Around the field and meadow lay great woods and a deep lake. Under the dock, in a cozy little spot among the reeds, a duck was sitting on her nest. Her ducklings were just about to hatch, but she was getting tired of sitting, for it had lasted such a long time.