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By Thornton W. Burgess

PRICKLES MAKES A QUEER F [ND

in all that part

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Despite the fact that some denylcupine wearing a

it, lhaving pink To know what's good, you have

to try it. over to see if it

-Old Mother Nature. . so many visitors had upset Mother lPorky. She much preferred to be by white. ‘ herself. so as soon as Prickles seem-

Prickles. the albino. or

young porciipiiie. wis out in to look

the ed able

Great Worfd to make a place iorlshe slipped away and kept out of

to be out his sight. She neve

riimseif. He was _\‘nuli2 ,

.n the Great W:-rid all alone and been left to do this at an] Now EFlf'llf’l‘ .129 than most yotini: por- could Stay in a Tlipllies stiii-t out, It “as all on plenty to eat for

account of his white coat. No one

eyes. when they first heard of it. hurried

He-from him. but he didn't know this. life was very simple. He

if he wanted to. Already he had learned that for some reason no- body wanted to touch him. Some of the fiercest hunters‘ of the Green Forest. like Tufty the Lynx. and Old Man Coyote. and Brent - big Buster Bear. could have caught him but didn't try.to. They mere- iy looked him over. and when he raised the thousand little spears hidden in his coat, they backed off. growled or snarled, and went on about their business.

Prickles spent quite a lot of time on the ground. He liked to prowl around and poke his nose into this ‘Of “"5 G799“ and into that. He was doing this

Wm” 903‘ ‘md looking thing. In his near-sighted

50. EV¢1’Y°“9 way he looked it all over before he touched it. Never before had W35 F9311)’ ‘W5 he seen anything quite like it. At first, he thought it was a queer- shaped stick without any bark on it. It was brownish, not unlike some old bare wood. Then he thought it might be stone. a queer- shaped, stone, even more queer in shape for a stone than for a stick. He smelled it. He smelled it all “'99 ﬁnd l‘a"” over. That didn't tell him any- di1."5 M 3 “meything. Then he tried his big front " ’ ' "’i‘cuttiiig teeth on it. It wasn‘t stone,

out for himself

r was far away

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for he could gnaw it. It wasn't ‘wood, for he couldn't gnaw off splinters. but he could gnaw off‘ ‘tiny bits at a time. They had a ;llEW taste. a taste that he liked‘, iThat queer thing didn't look good to eat. but it was good to eat. Any- way. it was good to gnaw on. He liked it. He spent some time gnaw- ‘ing on it. He came back day after day just to gnaw on that queer ;thini:.

One day while he was doing this, ‘he was startled by something very ‘like a snort. a loud one close at hand. He looked up to see the larg- iest person he ever had seen. He

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never had dreamed that anybody,

‘could be so big. At once he tried;

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“to push his head underneath the; ‘queer thing he had found, and- Iat the same time he raised all,‘ .the little spears in his coat, and began to swish his tail back and‘ forth. . 4 “So this is what becomes of my} lantlers when they fall off," Said: iF‘lathorns the Moose. "I've always‘ {wondered what became of them.l I'm glad someone can use theml ‘after I'm through with them. Does’ it taste good?"

to MR- i Prickles said nothing. He cori- itinued to rustle his thousand little

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All was quiet in the barn. The .cows slept peacefuly in the stable ‘on the other side of the wall; they were taking their morning nap. iwarm golden sunlight glanced ‘through the window across the barn floor to the box where Dusky. Irene's black and white mother cat. lay with her three kittens. Grandma Puss was curled up on a bag of crushed oats sound asleep 3 too. _ i Dusky moved ever so gr-ntly so that she would not waken her kit-

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tens. She leaped lightly over the box and walked across to the barn door. Here there was I spe- cial opuiing covered by a. Nnged flap. She could come and go as she plelsad thiough this little doorway all her own. She pushed it outward now_ a d jumped .down to the gt‘t‘-ind. of she went to the house for some breakfast. for she was quite thirsty for warm milk.

Irene met her at the door of the back porch. "Good morning. Dusky." she said. "Did you come

for your breakfast? Here it is now. How are your. kittens to- day?"

“Me. ow. meow," replied Dusky. putting her tail straight in‘ the air and purring as she bent to lap up the milk and eat the bread from the blue bowl.

She finished, and sat down to wash her face. Every cat wants to be clean, so carefully licks her paws then uses them to wash her face. Yes. she even washed behind her ears trio! Dusky thought to herself as she finished. "My fam- ily is safe and warm in the barn. and Grandma Puss is there if they wnken. This is such a lovely day that I think I'll take a little walk across the fields_ I may even catch a brown sparrow or a field mouse that has come out. of its house to look for food." Off she went.

The pasture was almost bare of snow. but there were nuddles in several places. Dusky walked along. picking her steps to keep from

getting Wet. Suddenly a furious bzirkinv sounded behind her. Her heart

pounded with fricht as‘she turn- ed tn face the dog racing across the field toward her. He was so fierce looking and so big. Where could she go‘? There was no tree. no post. no hiding place of safety. She knew the dog was cross. for she had often heard Trenn talk- itig about Tim. the big German ooiice dog that belonged to Smith's. He came pounding across the field. his tongue out and his eyes, pl-iriniz. She humped up her back and fluffed out her fur. ready to fizht thou-h she felt she couldn’t save herself.

Jtfit then. like a flash of golden light. Lad. the collie at the farm streaked across the field. He ran to stand beside her. i.'l‘0“'llnS (5999 in his throat.

Tim stopped. He didn't know what to do It was one thing to torment a eat, but he had learned the hard way that it did not pay to pick it tight with Lad. He looked at them. and then sway. Lad stood quietly but his legs were stiffened ready to spring, and a deep, growl rumbled as a warning. Tim turned with his tail between his legs and went slinking back the war he came.

Dusky turned for the safety of her own barn with Lad beside her The big golden collie seemed to say. “Don't worry. Dusky. I'm here to protect you. Your need not be afraid when I'm around

Before Dusky pushed in through her secret doorway in the barn door. she touched her nose against Lad's cold black nose. It was her way of saying. "Thank you. Lad. Thank your very much for saving me.

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