SAMMIE COLORED SKY-BLUE-PINK
Susie Littletail was out on a nice, grassy place in front of the underground house, jumping her grapevine rope, and having a very good time, indeed. She had gotten all over the fright caused by the bad hawk trying to grab her, and felt quite happy. Sammie Littletail had been searching for the hawk, to have him arrested for being so cruel to the little rabbit girl, but he could not find the big bird, so he had come back to watch Susie jump. You see it was Easter week, and they had no school. The old owl teacher was very glad of it, too, for he had more time to sleep and doze in the sun.
Just as Susie finished doing “three slow, pepper,” Nurse Jane Fuzzy-Wuzzy came to the door of the burrow, and called:
“Sammie, your mamma wants you.”
“What does she want?” he asked.
“She wants you to go to the drug store and get some stuff to color the Easter eggs with. Hurry, please, because she has lots to do.”
“May we help color them?” asked Susie, hanging up her grapevine rope on a low bush.
“I think so,” answered the muskrat nurse. “Now, hurry, Sammie; your mamma wants to get all done before your papa comes home from the carrot factory to-night.”
“All right,” answered the little boy rabbit. “I guess I can help color the eggs, too,” and he hurried off to the drug store, that was near Dr. Possum’s house.
Now pretty soon—in fact, almost immediately—something is going to happen to Sammie Littletail, so I want you all to sit quietly, and not wiggle so that you’ll break the couch, or I can’t go on. That’s better. Well, then, Sammie went through the woods, and, on his way, he felt so happy that he sang this little song, which he had heard the kindergarten children singing at the owl school a few days before. This is the song, but of course I can’t sing it very well. Please don’t laugh. I’ll do the best I can, although, perhaps, I shan’t get the words just right:
soldier boy, where are you going,
Waving so proudly your red, white and blue?’
’I’m going to the war to fight for my country,
And if you’ll be a soldier boy, you may come too.’”
That’s the way Sammie sang it, anyhow, and just as he finished he got to the drug store.
“Who was that singing?” asked Dr. Possum, who happened to be in the store just then.
“I was,” said Sammie.
“Oh, indeed; I didn’t know you sang,” went on Dr. Possum. “That is very good indeed. I could not do better myself. Will you kindly sing it again?” So Sammie sang it again, and then he got the colors for his mamma to put on the Easter eggs.
“Now, children,” said Mamma Littletail, when Sammie reached home. “Get the eggs that Mrs. Cluck-Cluck gave you the other day, and we will color them.”