Golden Press-Western Publishing Company

Robert had his own vacant lot. It was next door to his house. He called it his own because nobody else ever played there. Just Robert, alone. It wasn't completely vacant. There was a tree to climb. There was tall grass to hide in and play wild animal. There was dirt for his dump truck, and there...

Big Mama the owl looked down from her perch high in a tree. Something was lying in the tall grass. A small, furry something that hadn't been there before. The old owl was puzzled. What could it be?Big Mama had to know everything. So she spread her wings and glided down for a closer look."Fuss my...

HHEE GENERATIONS of readers, young W W and old, have learned to love the . laughter and the wisdom in the tales L of Uncle Remus. The pranks of his m^W Brer Rabbit have become a real part of American folklore, so much so that few of us are even aware of the original source from which they...

L \ Y Five little puppies sat looking out at the lovely grassy meadow beyond their fence. "Mother," they begged, "may we go over the fence and into the meadow to play?" "Well," said their mother, "I guess you are getting big enough to see a little of the world. But remember," she cautioned,...