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posted by hornean
On Thursday, when Imogene woke up, she found she had grown antlers.

Getting dressed was difficult,

and going through a door now took some thinking.

Imogene started down for breakfast…

but got hung up.
“OH!!” Imogene’s mother fainted away.

The doctor poked, and prodded, and scratched his chin.
He could find nothing wrong.

The school principal glared at Imogene but had no advice to offer.

Her brother Norman, consulted the encyclopedia, and then announced that Imogene had turned into a rare form of miniature elk!

Imogene’s mother fainted again and was carried upstairs to bed.

Imogene went into the kitchen. Lucy, the kitchen maid, had her sit by the oven to dry some towels.
“Lovely antlers,” said Lucy.

The cook, Mrs. Perkins gave Imogene a doughnut, then decked her out with several more and sent her into the garden to feed the birds.

“You’ll be lots of fun to decorate, come Christmas!” said Mrs. Perkins.

Later, Imogene wandered upstairs. She found the whole family in Mother’s bedroom.
“Doughnuts anyone?” she asked.

Her mother said, “Imogene, we have decided there is only one thing to do. We must hide your antlers under a hat!”
Norman telephoned the milliner.

At three o’clock the milliner arrived.

Rapidly he sketched a few designs,

then set to work.

“Voilà!” said the milliner.
“Bravo! Bravissimo!” cried his assitants.

THUD! Imogene’s mother had to be carried away once more.

After dinner, Imogene practiced her piano lesson.

Then, yawning, she folded her music…
kissed the family…
and went to bed.

Imogene sighed, remembering the long, eventful day.

On Friday, when Imogene woke up, the antlers had disappeared.

When she came down to breakfast, the family was overjoyed to see her back to normal…

until she came into the room.
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Moingona, Iowa (July 6, 1881)

Fifteen-year-old Kate Shelley pulled the sheets from the line. A terrible storm was coming. Kate could feel it in the air. A cold wind rose as she carried the heavy basket back to the house. Black clouds rolled in. The sky grew dark.


Kate stood at the kitchen window with her younger sisters and brother. They saw lightning flash. They heard thunder crack in the hills. Then the rain came.
As the rain poured down, they watched the water rising in Honey Creek. Soon it overflowed its banks and flooded part of the yard.
"I'm going to let the animals out of the barn," Kate...
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"How was your class trip to the farm?"

"Oh…boring…kind of dull…until the cow started crying."


"A cow…crying?"
"Yeah, you see, a haystack fell on her."

"But a haystack doesn’t just fall over."


"It does if a farmer crashes into it with his tractor."
"Oh, come on, a farmer wouldn’t do that."
"He would if were too busy yelling at the pigs to get off our school bus."


"What were the pigs doing on the bus?"
"Eating our lunches."


"Why were they eating your lunches?"
"Because we threw their corn at each other, and they didn't have anything else to eat."
"Well, that makes sense, but why were you throwing...
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This is the great Kapiti Plain, all fresh and green from the African rains
A sea of grass for the ground birds to nest in, and patches of shade for wild creatures to rest in;
With acacia trees for giraffes to browse on, and grass for herdsmen to pasture their cows on.

But one year the rains were so very belated, that all of the big wild creatures migrated.
The Ki-pat helped to end that terrible drought, and this story tells how it all came about!

This is the cloud, all heavy with rain, that shadowed the ground on Kapiti Plain.

This is the grass, all brown and dead, that needed the rain from the cloud...
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posted by hornean
One day last spring, Louis, a butcher, turned into a fish. Silvery scales. Big lips. A tail. A salmon.


Louis did not lead, before this, an unusual life. His grandfather was a butcher. His father was a butcher. So, Louis was a butcher. He had a small shop on Flatbush. Steady customers. Good meat. He was always friendly, always helpful, a wonderful guy.


But Louis was not a happy man. He hated meat. From the time he was a little boy he was always surrounded by meat. Whenever he would visit his grandfather on Sundays it was always, “Louis, my favorite grandson. What a good boy. Here’s a hotdog.”...
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