Green Meadow Stories by Thornton W. Burgess (good short books .txt) ๐
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Thornton W. Burgess was an American naturalist and the author of dozens of books for children, the most enduring of which are Old Mother West Wind and The Burgess Bird Book for Children. Burgess was a passionate twentieth-century conservationist who dedicated his life to teaching children and their families about the importance of the natural life of the northern North American forest.
The Green Meadow Stories compilation is made up of four distinct but entwined tales: those of Happy Jack Squirrel, Mrs. Peter Rabbit, Bowser the Hound, and Old Granny Fox. Through the adventures of these focal characters readers are introduced to the wider territory of the Green Meadows, the Green Forest, and the Smiling Pond as well as to the animalsโ Great World.
The animals of Burgessโs stories are anthropomorphized, undoubtedly, but not caricatured: these are not the twee creatures of Disney cartoons. Their behaviour is explained in ways that would be understandable to a human childโthis is fiction, after allโbut Burgessโs โlittle people of the forestโ are not simply humans dressed in fur and feathers. The original illustrations in Burgessโs books (by Harrison Cady, not reproduced in this edition) show the animals wearing clothes, but Burgessโs own descriptions of animals are more natural and metaphorical, and less fantastic. For example, he describes Chatterer the Red Squirrel, โwho always wears a red coat with vest of white,โ a compact way of communicating the look of a squirrel that many of todayโs children will never have seen with their own eyes. Less pleasantly, it is Peter Rabbitโs fur and flesh that is rent when Hooty the Owl tears Peterโs โcoatโ one night on the Old Pasture.
Burgess has tremendous respect for the creatures he depicts, as well as for their natural home. While the presentation of the Green Meadow is hardly โNature, red in tooth and claw,โ it is surprisingly unsentimental. Peter Rabbit, for example, lives a highly anxious life under threat from the many predators who would enjoy having him for dinner; similarly, Happy Jack Squirrel experiences days and nights of terror when Shadow the Weasel discovers Happy Jackโs home and hunts him relentlessly. During a long, hard winter, Granny Fox and Reddy Fox come close to starving, and Old Man Coyote leads Bowser the Hound on a dangerous chase that may result in one or the other dying. Despite other fanciful, sentimental elements of storytelling, Burgess does not sugarcoat prey/predator relationships or the precarity of wild animalsโ lives.
Burgess is a clear conservationist in his representations of hunting. The animals are highly aware of hunters and their โdreadful guns.โ It is a notable moment in this collection when Farmer Brownโs Boy decides he will no longer use his gun to harm the little people of the Green Meadow and the Green Forest. The stories are also notable in their detailed representation of a largely intact forest, something few children in the twenty-first century will experience.
On the other hand, these are books for children, and they contain plenty of sweetness and light. Animal pairingsโsuch as when Peter Rabbit meets the dainty Little Miss Fuzzytail, the future Mrs. Rabbitโare vague but sentimental and soon lead to proud new families of Rabbits, Ducks, Deer, and Owls. The โlittle peopleโ celebrate the arrival of each springโs babies, mark each otherโs new relationships and homes, play together, and even help each other survive. They laugh, tease, and trick each otherโa fanciful interpretation of animal behaviour that could lead to a readerโs life-long fascination with, and respect for, forest creaturesโand for generations of readers, they did just that.
The stories are also more didactic than most twenty-first-century authors would dare to be. There are morals associated with most stories, often attributed to the animal about whom the story is being told. Through this practical teaching, Burgess suggests a correspondence between how animals and humans live; but he consistently clarifies that animal intelligence is different from, but certainly no less than, human intelligence.
Unlike the bouncy rhyming verses of many of todayโs childrenโs books, Burgessโs sentences have a somewhat old-fashioned cadence, creating the distinct and appealing music of traditional storytelling. Burgessโs episodic chapters are eminently readable and particularly come to life when they are voiced by animated reading-aloud. For older readers looking for something different to share with children, or for new readers beginning to tackle โchapter books,โ the tales of the Green Meadow Stories collection are a delightful place to discover Burgess and his animal friends.
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Very wisely Reddy put all unpleasant thoughts out of his head and settled down to using his wits and his eyes and his ears and his nose for all they were worth, as Old Mother Nature had intended he should. All through the Old Pasture he hunted, taking care not to miss a single place where there was the least chance of finding food. But it was all in vain. Reddy gulped down his disappointment.
โNow for the Big River,โ said he, and started off bravely.
When he reached the edge of the Big River, he hurried along the bank until he reached a place where the water seldom freezes. As he had hoped, he found that it was not frozen now. It looked so black and cold that it made him shiver just to see it. Back and forth with his nose to the ground he ran. Suddenly he stopped and sniffed. Then he sniffed again. Then he followed his nose straight to the very edge of the Big River. There, floating in the black water, was a dead fish! By wading in he could get it.
Reddy shivered at the touch of the cold water, but what were wet feet compared with such an empty stomach as his? In a minute he had that fish and was back on the shore. It wasnโt a very big fish, but it would stop the ache in his stomach until he could get something more. With a sigh of pure happiness he sank his teeth into it and thenโ โwell, then he remembered poor Old Granny Fox. Reddy swallowed a mouthful and tried to forget Granny. But he couldnโt. He swallowed another mouthful. Poor old Granny was back there at home as hungry as he was and too stiff and tired to hunt. Reddy choked. Then he began a battle with himself. His stomach demanded that fish. If he ate it, no one would be the wiser. But Granny needed it even more than he did. For a long time Reddy fought with himself. In the end he picked up the fish and started for home.
XVI Reddy Is Made Truly HappyItโs what you do for others,
Not what they do for you,
That makes you feel so happy
All through and through and through.
Reddy Fox ran all the way home from the Big River just as fast as he could go. In his mouth he carried the fish he had found and from which he had taken just two bites. You remember he had had a battle with himself over that fish, and now he was running away from himself. That sounds funny, doesnโt it? But it was true. Yes, sir, Reddy Fox was running away from himself. He was afraid that if he didnโt get home to Old Granny Fox with that fish very soon, he would eat every last bit of it himself. So he was running his very hardest so as to get there before this could happen. So really he was running away from himself, from his selfish self.
Old Granny Fox was on the doorstep watching for him, and he saw just how her hungry old eyes brightened when she saw him and what he had.
โIโve brought you something to eat, Granny,โ he panted, as he laid the fish at her feet. He was quite out of breath with running. โIt isnโt much, but it is something. It is all I could find for you.โ
Granny looked at the fish and then she looked sharply at Reddy, and into those keen yellow eyes of hers crept a soft, tender look, such a look as you would never have believed they could have held.
โWhat have you had to eat?โ asked Granny softly.
Reddy turned his head that Granny might not see his face. โOh, Iโve had something,โ said he, trying to speak lightly. It was true; he had had two bites from that fish.
Now you know just how shrewd and smart and wise Granny Fox is. Reddy didnโt fool her just the least little bit. She took two small bites from the fish.
โNow,โ said she, โweโll divide it,โ and she bit in two parts what remained. In a twinkling she had gulped down the smallest part, for you know she was very, very hungry. โThat is your share,โ said she, as she pushed what remained over to Reddy.
Reddy tried to refuse it. โI brought it all for you,โ said he. โI know you did, Reddy,โ replied Granny, and it seemed to Reddy that he never had known her voice to sound so gentle. โYou brought it to me when all you had had was the two little bites you had taken from it. You canโt fool me, Reddy Fox. There wasnโt one good meal for either of us in that fish, but there was enough to give us both a little hope and keep us from starving. Now you mind what I say and eat your share.โ Granny said this last very sternly.
Reddy looked at Granny, and then he bolted down that little piece of fish without another word.
โThatโs better,โ said Granny. โWe will feel better, both of us. Now that Iโve something in my stomach, I feel two years younger. Before you came, I didnโt feel as if I should ever be able to go on another hunt. If you hadnโt brought something, Iโ โIโm afraid I couldnโt have lasted much longer. By another day you probably wouldnโt have had old Granny to think of. You may not know it, but I know that you saved my life, Reddy. I had reached a point where I just had to have a little food. You know there are times when a very little food is of more good than a lot of food could be later. This was one of those times.โ
Never in all his life
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