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“Oh, did you scrape the chocolate off my cake?” asked Mrs. No-Tail. “I did,” the bear said, “have you any more?” “No, indeed,” she answered. “But you are a bold, bad creature, and if you don’t get away from here I’ll have you arrested.” “I am not a bit afraid,” answered the bear impolitely, “and as there is no more chocolate I’ll take the cake.”
“Oh, mamma, may we go?” exclaimed Bawly No-Tail one day as he came home from school, and hopped into the house with such a big hop, that he hopped right up into the frog lady’s lap. “Go where?” asked Bawly’s mother, wondering if the alligator were after her son. “Oh, do please let us go!” cried Bully, hopping in after his brother.
Then Uncle Butter pasted the paper on the wall, and Papa No-Tail hopped home, and that’s the end of the story, just as I promised it would be. Now in case the pussy cat doesn’t wash the puppy dog’s face with the cork from the ink bottle and make his nose black, I’ll tell you on the next page about Bully playing marbles.
No-Tail thought. “She may have burned herself on the hot stove, or teapot.” So she went toward the kitchen, and there she saw a dreadful sight, for there was that bad cat, holding poor Mrs. Longtail in his claws and opening his mouth to eat her. “Oh, let me go! Please let me go!” the mouse lady begged. “No, I’ll not,” answered the cat, and once more he licked his whiskers with his red tongue.
“They did, eh?” cried Papa No-Tail. “Well, I’ll fix that!” So he got a hammer and some more wire, and he mended the hole which the mosquitoes had made. Then Bully and Bawly went to sleep again.
No-Tail, after the baking was over, “we’ll just set the cake on the table by the open window to cool, Nellie, and we’ll wash up the dishes.” So they were working away, talking of different things, and Nellie was a great help to Mrs. No-Tail. Every once in a while, however, Nellie would look over to the cake, because it was so nice she just couldn’t keep her eyes away from it.
Well, just as I expected, my little cat did go roller skating, and skated over a banana skin, and fell down and rubbed some of the fur off his ear. But anyhow I’ll tell you a story just the same, and it’s going to be about what happened to Bully No-Tail, the frog, when he had a water bottle. Do you know what a water bottle is? Now don’t be too sure.
No-Tail hopped to where the giant could see him. Papa No-Tail expected the big man would chase after him, but instead the giant never moved and only looked at the frog and then he laughed and said: “Hello, Mr. Frog! Let’s see you hop!” And then, what do you think that giant did?
Longtail, and he was going to begin head first. So he didn’t notice Mrs. No-Tail. Up she went behind him, on her tippiest tiptoes, and she held the watering can above his head. Then she tilted it up, and suddenly out came the water—drip! drip! drip! splash! splash! Upon the cat’s furry back it fell, and my, you should have seen how surprised that cat was!
No-Tail, being very glad indeed to get loose, for it was quite warm inside there. “Oh my! Was that you in the paper?” asked Uncle Butter, solemnly, sitting in the middle of the floor, on a lot of paste. “It was,” said Papa No-Tail, as he helped the goat to get up. “Well, I never heard tell of such a thing in all my life! Never!” exclaimed the goat, when the frog gentleman told him all about it.
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