PRAIRIE ROSE 



■p^OWN a long, lonesome, winding woods road 

 ■^^^ that led to a primitive bit of forest we find the 

 lovely Prairie Rose, idly passing the early spring 

 days in a shaded ravine which led down the hill to 

 the little creek. The prairie rose, the sumac, and the 

 sassafras were awakening from their long winter's 

 nap on this clear March morning, and as they 

 stretched and shook themselves into consciousness on 

 the sunny side of the little ravine, Prairie Rose won- 

 dered if his friends of the late summer were still 

 about. In looking around he soon spied Happy Jack 

 the fox squirrel digging up a walnut which he had 

 buried last November. Also Johnnie Chipmunk was 

 under the great oak tree, searching for a stray acorn 

 which might have been overlooked in the early fall. 

 Feeling a slight movement on one of his long vines, 

 he glanced down, and there was Peter Rabbit just 

 stretching himself and getting ready to take another 

 nap. 



"Hello, boys! My, I am glad to see you all again! 

 I surely did have a long nap," said Prairie Rose. 

 "You are all here but Bob White. Where is he?" 



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