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Good
morning
welcome
to
stories
with
friends,
I'm,
Lulu
and
I
work
with
the
Buncombe
County
Public
Library's,
and
we're
here
to
share,
reading
and
songs
and
our
joy
for
all
of
that
with
you.
Our
first
story
today
is
by
Margaret
crew
shank,
illustrated
by
Dave
Saunders,
a
red
fox
crept
across
the
yard.
His
black
tip
tailed
was
twitching
hard
in
the
farmyard
down
by
the
pond.
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B
Well,
the
pig
were
drunk
as
the
slept
away.
The
dog
won't
roof
as
they
joined
in
the
fray.
The
couch
I'll
enjoy
this
to
the
hens
went
cluck.
What
ahaha
Baloo.
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Everyone
seemed
happy
to
have
visitors
stopping
by,
but
trouble
was
brewing
in
the
henhouse.
The
hens
were
squawking
and
clucking
and
flapping
their
wings
radim.
All
the
luck
around
here,
I'd
like
to
see
that
peacock
lay
one
single
egg,
exactly
he
just
struts
around
screaming
I
suppose
fancy
feathers
are
more
important
than
laying
eggs.
G
F
The
peacock
had
heard
every
word
for
days.
He
möchten
droning
I,
wish
I
could
be
more
useful
around
here.
Oh
collect
one
hen,
the
others
ruffled
their
feathers,
the
old
pound
stretched
and
slowly
raised
his
head.
Why
not
let
the
peacock
stay
here
to
be
useful.
While
you
hens,
take
the
glamorous
job
down
the
road.
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What's
that
peacock
doing
in
the
henhouse
asked
farmer
Tucker,
who
knows
said
mrs.
Tucker
and
what
are
those
hens
doing
by
the
road
not
on
one
of
them
is
up
here
laying
eggs.
Well,
the
way
things
are
going.
We
aren't
likely
to
have
anyone
buying
eggs
today
said
former
Tucker.
We
need
that
peacock
down
there,
stopping
cars.
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F
F
The
peacock
met
the
hens
as
they
trudged
up
the
road.
I
can
tell
you
I'm
no
good
at
laying
eggs.
He
said
I'm
just
not
meant,
for
it
one
hand,
knotted
I
put
on
my
stellar
strut
and
even
I.
Couldn't
stop
a
single
car.
She
said
I
have
to
hand
it
to
you.
Fancy
feathers,
your
job
is
harder
than
it
looks.
The
other
hens
agreed
the
peacock
looked
relieved.
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B
When
I
was
a
little
bitty
girl
just
above
the
floor,
we
used
to
go
out
to
Grandma's
house
every
month
into
so
we
do
have
chicken
pot
and
country
ham
homemade
butter
on
the
bread,
but
the
best
Stern
thing
about
grandmas
house
was
a
great
big
feather
bed.
It
was
nine
feet:
high
61,
the
downy
chick
it
was
made
from
the
better
the
court.
Let
it
be
sir
hold
on
a
call.
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Day,
kids,
around
dogs
and
piggy
sold
from
the
shed.
We
didn't
get
much
sleep,
but
we
had
a
lot
of
pot
on
grandma's
feather
bed.
Well
after
supper,
we
sit
around
the
fire.
The
old
folks,
spittin,
chew
Paul
would
talk
about
the
farm
in
the
war
and
my
gurney
sing.
A
ballad
or
two
well
I'd
sit
and
listen
and
watch
the
fire
till
the
cobwebs
fill
my
head
next
thing.
I
know
I'd
wake
up
in
the
middle
of
the
great
big
feather
bed.
It
was
my
feet:
high
six
feet
wide
and
talk
desi
aunty
chick.
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G
B
Bed
well,
I
love
my
ma,
I
love,
my
Paul
I
love,
granny
and
Grandpa
too
I
went
fishing
with
my
uncle
I
wrestled
with
my
cousin
I,
even
kissed
a
loo
yeah,
but
if
I
ever
had
to
make
a
choice,
I
guess
it
ought
to
be
said
that
I'd
leave
them
all
and
the
board
on
the
road
for
the
great
big
feather
bed.
It
was
nine
feet.
High
six
feet
wide
soft.
As
a
mountie
chick.
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J
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M
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H
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Dog
and
a
little
mouse.
C
B
Lived
in
a
country
home
now,
the
cat
he
loved
every
day,
hello,
John,
a
big
sofa,
oh,
when
snooze
it
away
now
the
dog.
On
the
other
hand,
he
liked
to
lay
in
the
hammock
outside
and
watch
everything
happen
around
him
and
the
little
mouse
being
the
little
mouse
enjoy
the
chair
right
by
the
fireside
and
there
those
three
stayed
day
after
day
now,
the
hen
with
all
those
others
lounging
around
had
to
do
all
the
housework.
H
B
I
said
the
cats
not
I,
said
the
dog
no.
C
B
B
Not
I
said
the
dog
not
I,
said
the
mouse.
Well,
I
will
do
it
Oh
alone,
so
she
carried
all
that
wheat
to
the
mill.
Where
was
ground
into
flour
and
brought
it
home
when
she
came
into
the
kitchen.
All
she
had
on
her
mind
was
baking
and
she
thought
maybe
she'd
get
some
help.
She
asked
who
will
help
me
make
this
cake
from
this
beautiful
flower
that
was
just
ground
at
the
mill.
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The
hen
she
stirred
the
batter,
adding
eggs
and
butter
and
sugar
vanilla
all
those
good
things
that
make
a
fine
cake.
She
turned
on
the
oven
and
put
it
in
soon.
The
kitchen
started
to
smell
a
delicious
things
and
the
cat
Oh
stretched
and
got
off
of
the
couch
and
the
dog
rolled
out
of
the
hammock
and
the
mouse
got
out
of
his
chair
and
squeak
to
the
kitchen,
and
there
I
found
the
hen
pulling
a
beautiful
cake
out.
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She
looked
at
them
and
said
who
will
help
me
eat
this
cake
and
all
replied
me
me
me:
she
looked
at
them.
She
said
where
were
you
when
I
needed
help
planting
the
weeds
and
where
were
you
when
I
needed
help
harvesting
the
wheat?
And
where
were
you
when
I
carried
all
that
wheat
to
the
mill
and
then
back
and
then
me
the
cake?
Where
were
you
all
the
three
animals
they
step
back?
They
looked
up
on
another.
G
Eieio
and
on
that
farm
he
had
a
chicken
yeah
with
a
block
party,
random
block
back
there
you're
about
there
a
baa
everywhere,
a
baa
baa
Old
MacDonald
had
a
farm
eieio
Oh
McDonald
had
a
farm
eieio
and
on
that
farm
he
had
a
cow
yeah
with
a
moo
moo
here
and
a
moo
moo
there.
Here,
a
moo
moo
moo
Old
MacDonald
had
a
farm.
E-I-E-I-O
old
macdonald
had
a
farm
e-I-e-I-o
and
on
that
farm
he
had
a
donkey.