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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All the time Bowser the Hound was backing away as fast as he could. Then he turned around, put his tail between his legs and actually ran away.
Slowly Prickly Porky unrolled, and his little eyes twinkled as he watched Bowser the Hound run away.
โBowserโs very big and strong;
His voice is deep; his legs are long;
His bark scares some almost to death.
But as for me he wastes his breath;
I just roll up and shake my spears
And Bowser is the one who fears.โ
So said Prickly Porky, and laughed aloud. Just then he heard a light footstep and turned to see who was coming. It was old Granny Fox. She had seen Bowser run away, and now she was anxious to find out if Reddy Fox were safe.
โGood morning,โ said Granny Fox, taking care not to come too near.
โGood morning,โ replied Prickly Porky, hiding a smile.
โIโm very tired and would like to go inside my house; had you just as soon move?โ asked Granny Fox.
โOh!โ exclaimed Prickly Porky, โis this your house? I thought you lived over on the Green Meadows.โ
โI did, but Iโve moved. Please let me in,โ replied Granny Fox.
โCertainly, certainly. Donโt mind me, Granny Fox. Step right over me,โ said Prickly Porky, and smiled once more, and at the same time rattled his little spears.
Instead of stepping over him, Granny Fox backed away.
XXIX The New Home in the Old PastureWho keeps a watch upon his toes
Need never fear heโll bump his nose.
Now there is nothing like being shut in alone in the dark to make one think. A voice inside of Reddy began to whisper to him. โIf you hadnโt tried to be smart and show off you wouldnโt have brought all this trouble on yourself and Old Granny Fox,โ said the voice.
โI know it,โ replied Reddy right out loud, forgetting that it was only a small voice inside of him.
โWhat do you know?โ asked Prickly Porky. He was still keeping Reddy in and Granny out and he had overheard what Reddy said.
โIt is none of your business!โ snapped Reddy.
Reddy could hear Prickly Porky chuckle. Then Prickly Porky repeated as if to himself in a queer cracked voice the following:
โRudeness never, never pays,
Nor is there gain in saucy ways.
Itโs always best to be polite
And neโer give way to ugly spite.
If thatโs the way you feel inside
Youโd better all such feelings hide;
For he must smile who hopes to win,
And he who loses best will grin.โ
Reddy pretended that he hadnโt heard. Prickly Porky continued to chuckle for a while and finally Reddy fell asleep. When he awoke it was to find that Prickly Porky had left and old Granny Fox had brought him something to eat.
Just as soon as Reddy Fox was able to travel he and Granny had moved to the Old Pasture. The Old Pasture is very different from the Green Meadows or the Green Forest. Yes, indeed, it is very, very different. Reddy Fox thought so. And Reddy didnโt like the changeโ โnot a bit. All about were great rocks, and around and over them grew bushes and young trees and bull-briars with long ugly thorns, and blackberry and raspberry canes that seemed to have a million little hooked hands, reaching to catch in and tear his red coat and to scratch his face and hands. There were little open places where wild-eyed young cattle fed on the short grass. They had made many little paths all crisscross among the bushes, and when you tried to follow one of these paths you never could tell where you were coming out.
No, Reddy Fox did not like the Old Pasture at all. There was no long, soft green grass to lie down in. And it was lonesome up there. He missed the little people of the Green Meadows and the Green Forest. There was no one to bully and tease. And it was such a long, long way from Farmer Brownโs henyard that old Granny Fox wouldnโt even try to bring him a fat hen. At least, thatโs what she told Reddy.
The truth is, wise old Granny Fox knew that the very best thing she could do was to stay away from Farmer Brownโs for a long time. She knew that Reddy couldnโt go down there, because he was still too lame and sore to travel such a long way, and she hoped that by the time Reddy was well enough to go, he would have learned better than to do such a foolish thing as to try to show off by stealing a chicken in broad daylight, as he had when he brought all this trouble on them.
Down on the Green Meadows, the home of Granny and Reddy Fox had been on a little knoll, which you know is a little low hill, right where they could sit on their doorstep and look all over the Green Meadows. It had been very, very beautiful down there. They had made lovely little paths through the tall green meadow grass, and the buttercups and daisies had grown close up to their very doorstep. But up here in the Old Pasture Granny Fox had chosen the thickest clump of bushes and young trees she could find, and in the middle was a great pile of rocks. Way in among these rocks Granny Fox had dug their new house. It was right down under the rocks. Even in the middle of the day jolly, round, red Mr. Sun could hardly find it with a few of his long, bright beams. All the rest of the time it was dark and gloomy there.
No, Reddy Fox didnโt like his new home at all, but when he said so old Granny Fox boxed his ears.
โItโs your own fault that weโve got to live here now,โ said she. โItโs the only place where we are safe. Farmer Brownโs boy never will find this home, and even if he did he couldnโt
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