But I'll just tell you one
thing, Epaminondas! You see these here
six mince pies I done make? You see how
I done set 'em on the doorstep to cool?
Well, now, you hear me, Epaminondas,
YOU BE CAREFUL HOW YOU STEP ON THOSE PIES!"
"Yes, Mammy," said Epaminondas.
Then Epaminondas' Mammy put on
her bonnet and her shawl and took a basket
in her hand and went away to see
Auntie. The six mince pies sat cooling in
a row on the doorstep.
And then,--and then,--Epaminondas
WAS careful how he stepped on those
pies!
He stepped (imitate)--right--in--
the--middle--of--every--one.
. . . . . . . .
And, do you know, children, nobody knows
what happened next! The person who told
me the story didn't know; nobody knows.
But you can guess.
THE BOY WHO CRIED "WOLF!"
There was once a shepherd-boy who
kept his flock at a little distance from the
village. Once he thought he would play a
trick on the villagers and have some fun
at their expense. So he ran toward the
village crying out, with all his might,--
"Wolf! Wolf! Come and help! The
wolves are at my lambs!"
The kind villagers left their work and
ran to the field to help him. But when
they got there the boy laughed at them
for their pains; there was no wolf there.
Still another day the boy tried the same
trick, and the villagers came running to
help and got laughed at again.
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