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"And this is the smallest," he said, holding it out toward Lasse, who put a crooked finger down its neck. "What a little fatty!" he said softly; he was fond of children. "And what's its name?" "She's called Dozena Endina, because when she came we thought that was to be the last; and she was the twelfth too." "Dozena Endina! That's a mighty fine name!" exclaimed Lasse.
Anyhow, he found himself free at last; and he lost no time in scrambling up the bank to safety. Afterward Timothy Turtle always complained that Fatty Coon didn't "fight fair." "He gouges," Timothy would explain. "He'd just as soon stick one of his claws into your eye as not. And I claim that's something no real gentleman will do."
It may be a fact as asserted by many of our best but depressing and pessimistic clinicians, that chronic myocarditis and fatty degeneration of the heart cannot be diagnosed by any special set of symptoms or signs.
And when the bill came he compelled Fatty to let her pay a dollar and a quarter of it out of her crumpled five. The two girls were fascinated by the large roll of bills fives, tens, twenties which Fatty took from his trousers pocket. They stared open-eyed when he laid a twenty on the waiter's plate along with Susan's five.
Old Mr. Crow, who sat in a tree nearby, nodded his head. "You're all wrong," he told them. "The reason for calling that young Chipmunk boy Sandy is because his real name is Alexander. And everybody who knows anything at all knows that Sandy is just a short way of saying Alexander." When they heard that, Fatty Coon and Billy Woodchuck and Frisky Squirrel looked foolish. People thought Mr.
And he shut his eyes and held fast to his branch. Then came the crash. When Fatty Coon opened his eyes he expected to see Johnnie Green all ready to seize him. But to his great surprise he was still far above the ground. You see, Farmer Green had been mistaken. Either the big chestnut tree was taller than he had guessed, or the woods were nearer than he had thought.
But when the next day came, Fatty couldn't find Jimmy Rabbit and his brother anywhere. They kept out of sight. But they had told all the other forest-people about the trick they had played on Fatty Coon. And everywhere Fatty went he heard nothing but hoots and jeers and laughs. He felt very silly. And he wished that he might meet Jimmy Rabbit and his brother.
"It's the very latest style." "What on earth has happened to you?" Mrs. Coon cried, when Fatty reached home that night. "Have you been in a fire?" "It's the latest style, Mother," Fatty told her. "At least, that's what Jimmy Rabbit says." He felt the least bit uneasy again. "Did you let that Jimmy Rabbit do that to you?" Mrs. Coon asked. Fatty hung his head. He said nothing at all.
Such waters are "hard"; when used in washing, the minerals which they contain combine with the fatty acids of soap to form insoluble curdy compounds. When springs rise from rocks containing gypsum they are hard with calcium sulphate. In granite regions they contain more or less soda and potash from the decay of feldspar.
"Is it something to eat?" Fatty asked, as they started off in the direction of Farmer Green's fields. "Yes and the best thing you ever tasted," Mrs. Coon said. Fatty was greatly excited. His little bright eyes turned green in the moonlight. He wondered what the surprise would be. And, as usual, he was very hungry.
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