THE SNOWMAN
When the sun got up one morning in winter he found a snowman staring at him rudely.
“Don’t stare at me. If you do you’ll melt,” said the sun.
“Indeed!” said the snowman. “A cat may look at a king. I’ll look at you if I like.” And he stared harder than ever.
Pretty soon he felt the top of his head softening. “I feel very queer,” said he to himself. But he didn’t stop staring. “Ugh!” he shivered, “water is running down my back. My nose is going. My toes are going. I’m going.”
And he went.
THE RACE
The kitten lay curled up in a ball fast asleep. The pup was broad awake.
He stole up to kitty, lifted his paw, and gave her a tap on the nose. Then he scampered off. Up started kitty, and round and round the kitchen went the pup with kitty after him.