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See the piggy,
See the puddle,
See the muddy little puddle.
See the piggy in the middle
Of the muddy little puddle.
She her dawdle, she her diddle
In the muddy, muddy middle.
See her waddle, plump and little,
In the very merry middle.


See her daddy,
Fuddy-duddy, fuddy-duddy, fuddy-duddy.
“Don’t toi get all muddy,
Muddy, muddy, muddy, muddy.
toi are much too plump and little
To be in the muddy middle.
Mud is squishy, mud is squashy,
Mud is oh so squishy-squashy.
What toi need is lots of soap.”
But the piggy answered,
“Squishy-squashy, squishy-squashy—NOPE!”


See her mommy,
Fiddle-faddle, fiddle-faddle, fiddle-faddle.
“Get out of there—skedaddle,
Daddle, daddle, daddle, daddle.
toi are much too plump and little
To be in the muddy middle.
Mud is mooshy, mud is squooshy,
Mud is oh so mooshy-squooshy.
What toi need is lots of soap.”
But the piggy answered,
“Mooshy-squooshy, mooshy-squooshy—NOPE!”


See her brother,
Silly billy, Silly billy, Silly billy.
“Do not waddle willy-nilly,
Willy-nilly, willy-nilly.
toi are much too plump and little
To be in the muddy middle.
Mud is oofy, mud is poofy,
Mud is oh so oofy-poofy.
What toi need is lots of soap.”


But the piggy answered,
“Oofy-poofy, oofy-poofy—NOPE!”


Now they all stood in a huddle,
Right beside the muddy puddle.
And they looked into the puddle—
What a muddy, muddy, muddle!


There was piggy, plump and little,
In the very merry middle.
She was waddling, she was paddling,
She was diving way down derry.
She was wiggling, she was giggling.
She was very, very merry.
a dit the mother, “Little piggy, toi have made me very mad.”
a dit the father, “Little piggy, toi have made me very sad.”
“Little piggy,” a dit the brother, “You are very, very bad.”
a dit the piggy, “Squishy-squashy, mooshy-squooshy, very bad.”


“Dear, oh dear,” a dit piggy’s mother.
“What’s a mother pig to do?”
She thought and thought and thought and thought—
And then, of course, she knew.
She said, “I bet my feet get wet.”
And—jumped—in—too!


See two piggies in the puddle,
In the muddy little puddle.
See the piggy and her mommy
In the muddy little puddle.
“Me oh my,” a dit piggy’s father.
“What’s a mother pig to do?”
He thought and thought and thought and thought—
And then, of course, he knew.
He said, “I bet my tail gets wet.”
And—jumped—in—too!


See three piggies in the puddle,
In the muddy little puddle.
See mommy, daddy, piggy
In the muddy little puddle.
“Boo-hoo-hoo,” cried piggy’s brother.
“Whatever shall I do?”
He thought, but not for very long,
Because, of course, he knew.
He held his nose and yelled, “Here goes!”
And—jumped—in—too!


See four piggies in the puddle,
In the muddy little puddle.
See the piggies in the middle
Of the muddy little puddle.
She them diddle, big and little
In the very merry middle.
a dit the daddy, “Mud is squishy,
Mud is oh so squishy-squashy.”
a dit the mommy, “Mud is mooshy,
Mud is oh so mooshy-squooshy.”
a dit the brother, “Mud is oofy,
Mud is oh so oofy-poofy.”


a dit the piggy,
“Squishy-squashy, mooshy-squooshy, oofy-poofy.
Indeed,” a dit little piggy,
“I think we need some soap.”
But the other piggies answered,
“Oofy-poofy—NOPE!”


So they all colombe way down derry,
And were very, very merry.
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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 cuisine 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.
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"Oh…boring…kind of dull…until the cow started crying."


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"Yeah, toi see, a haystack fell on her."

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


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"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."


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"Because we threw their blé, maïs at each other, and they didn't have anything else to eat."
"Well, that makes sense, but why were toi throwing...
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This is the great Kapiti Plain, all fresh and green from the African rains
A sea of herbe 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 herbe for herdsmen to pasture their cows on.

But one an 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!

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This is the grass, all brown and dead, that needed the rain from the cloud...
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posted by hornean
One jour 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 boutique 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 par meat. Whenever he would visit his grandfather on Sundays it was always, “Louis, my favori grandson. What a good boy. Here’s a hotdog.”...
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