Just So Stories: For Little Children

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Tauchnitz, 1902 - Animals - 254 pages
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User Review  - flamingrosedrakon - LibraryThing

You are first introduced to what I believe are the "Just So" stories actually in the Jungle Books, especially Jungle Book II, when they are at the drying up waterhole with the predators on one side ... Read full review

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User Review  - RobinGregoryAuthor - LibraryThing

This is one of the most imaginative, playful, writerly books I have ever read. And re-read. Twenty-nine year-old Kipling wrote this collection of twelve stories in collaboration with his young ... Read full review

Contents

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II
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III
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IV
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V
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VI
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VII
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VIII
129
IX
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X
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XI
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Page 91 - I keep six honest serving-men (They taught me all I knew); Their names are What and Why and When, and How and Where and Who.
Page 218 - I am not a friend, and I am not a servant. I am the Cat who walks by himself, and I wish to come into your Cave." Woman said, " Then why did you not come with First Friend on the first night?
Page 177 - OF all the Tribe of Tegumai Who cut that figure, none remain,— On Merrow Down the cuckoos cry — The silence and the sun remain. But as the faithful years return And hearts unwounded sing again, Comes Taffy dancing through the fern To lead the Surrey spring again. Her brows are bound with bracken-fronds. And golden elf-locks fly above; Her eyes are bright as diamonds And bluer than the skies above. In moccasins and deerskin cloak, Unfearing, free and fair she flits, And lights her little damp-wood...
Page 207 - Cat grew very angry and said, "Has Wild Dog told tales of me?" Then the Woman laughed and said, "You are the Cat who walks by himself, and all places are alike to you. You are neither a friend nor a servant. You have said it yourself. Go away and walk by yourself in all places alike.
Page 35 - THE Camel's hump is an ugly lump Which well you may see at the Zoo; But uglier yet is the hump we get From having too little to do. Kiddies and grown-ups too-oo-oo, If we haven't enough to do-oo-oo, We get the hump — Cameelious hump — The hump that is black and blue! We climb out of bed with a frouzly head And a snarly-yarly voice. We shiver and scowl and we grunt and we growl At our bath and our boots and our toys; And there ought to be a corner for me (And I...
Page 73 - Baboon, have all spanked me for my 'satiable curtiosity - and I suppose this is the same thing." So he said good-bye very politely to the Bi-Coloured-PythonRock-Snake, and helped to coil him up on the rock again, and went on, a little warm, but not at all astonished, eating melons, and throwing the rind about, because he could not pick it up, till he trod on what he thought was a log of wood at the very edge of the great grey-green, greasy Limpopo River, all set about with fever-trees.
Page 9 - HOW THE WHALE GOT HIS THROAT. IN the sea, once upon a time, Oh my Best Beloved, there was a Whale, and he ate fishes. He ate the starfish and the garfish, and the crab and the dab, and the plaice and the dace, and the skate and his mate, and the mackereel and the pickereel, and the really truly twirly-whirly eel.
Page 21 - When Nursey lies on the floor in a heap, And Mummy tells you to let her sleep, And you aren't waked or washed or dressed, Why then you will know (if you haven't guessed) You're " Fifty north and Forty west !
Page 76 - Come hither, Little One," said the Crocodile, " for I am the Crocodile," and he wept crocodiletears to show it was quite true. Then the Elephant's Child grew all breathless, and panted, and kneeled down on the bank and said, " You are the very person I have been looking for all these long days. Will you please tell me what you have for dinner? " "Come hither, Little One," said the Crocodile, "and I'll whisper!
Page 149 - IHERE runs a road by Merrow Down— A grassy track to-day it is— An hour out of Guildford town, Above the river Wey it is. Here, when they heard the horse-bells ring, The ancient Britons dressed and rode To watch the dark Phoenicians bring Their goods along the Western Road. Yes, here, or hereabouts, they met To hold their racial talks and such— To barter beads for Whitby jet, And tin for gay shell torques and such.