OLD GIANT WHALE 
HE little cake of ice rocked 
slowly up and down with the 
wash of little waves. Up and 
down it rocked, up and 
down, and Mannie had al¬ 
most been rocked to sleep 
when Stormy Petrel moved over close to him. 
“I wish,” said Stormy, “that you could only 
fly so that I could show you a gay time.” With 
that he nudged Mannie in the ribs and grinned 
gleefully, as any care-free tramp might. 
Mannie didn’t like being nudged. He 
wasn’t used to it. When Stormy said something 
else and nudged him again, he felt himself 
growing a bit angry. 
“I don’t like being nudged!” exclaimed 
Mannie, as he nudged Stormy in return so 
violently that Stormy quite lost his balance 
and went sprawling on the ice, for it is told 
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