"ThorntonWBurgess-OldMotherWestWind" - читать интересную книгу автора (Burgess Thornton W)

Old Mother West Wind came down from the Purple Hills in the
golden light of the early morning. Over her shoulders was slung a
bag--a great big bag--and in the bag were all of Old Mother West
Wind's children, the Merry Little Breezes.

Old Mother West Wind came down from the Purple Hills to the Green
Meadows and as she walked she crooned a song:

"Ships upon the ocean wait;
I must hurry, hurry on!
Mills are idle if I'm late;
I must hurry, hurry on."

When she reached the Green Meadows Old Mother West Wind opened
her bag, turned it upside down and shook it. Out tumbled all the
Merry Little Breezes and began to spin round and round for very
joy, for you see they were to lay in the Green Meadows all day
long until Old Mother West Wind should come back at night and
take them all to their home behind the Purple Hills.

First they raced over to see Johnny Chuck. They found Johnny
Chuck sitting just outside his door eating his breakfast. One,
for very mischief, snatched right out of Johnny Chuck's mouth the
green leaf of corn he was eating, and ran away with it. Another
playfully pulled his whiskers, while a third rumpled up his hair.

Johnny Chuck pretended to be very cross indeed, but really he
didn't mind a bit, for Johnny Chuck loved the Merry Little
Breezes and played with them everyday.

And if they teased Johnny Chuck they were good to him, too. When
they saw Farmer Brown coming across the Green Meadows with a gun
one of them would dance over to Johnny Chuck and whisper to him
that Farmer Brown was coming, and then Johnny Chuck would hide
away, deep down in his snug little house under ground, and Farmer
Brown would wonder and wonder why it was that he never, never
could get near enough to shoot Johnny Chuck. But he never, never
could.

When the Merry Little Breezes left Johnny Chuck they raced across
the Green Meadows to the Smiling Pool to say good morning to
Grandfather Frog who sat on a big lily pad watching for green
flies for breakfast.

"Chug-arum," said Grandfather Frog, which was his way of saying
good morning.

Just then along came a fat green fly and up jumped Grandfather
Frog. When he sat down again on the lily pad the fat green fly