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Near the maple trees there was a log house.
The next morning father made a hot fire in the log house.
“Now we will go to the trees and get the sap,” said father.
He hung a big kettle over the fire.
They put the sap into this big kettle.
After a long time the sap was brown and thick.
“Here is some good maple syrup,” said father.
He put the syrup into pans.
There were big pans and little pans and middle-sized pans.
“Here is a little pan for you, Mary.
This one is for you, John,” said father.
“When the syrup is cold and hard it will be maple sugar.”
THE WOODPECKER.
One day John was lying on the grass under a big maple tree.
All at once he heard some one tap on the tree.
“Tap, tip-y, tap, tap, tap! Tap, tip-y, tap, tap, tap!
John looked all around.
Then he looked up in the tree.
He saw a woodpecker making a hole in the tree.
That is the way a woodpecker builds his nest.
Some chips fell on the grass beside John.
“Tap, tap!” went the busy little carpenter.
How happy he was at his work!