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 goose. There wasn't one egg in it. And, of course, the goose couldn't lay any more eggs now. The foolish man had killed the goose that laid the golden eggs.

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THE MOON AND HER MOTHER

(This story may be accompanied by blackboard sketches of the phases of the moon.)

One day the moon asked her mother for a cloak that would fit her well.

"How can I make a cloak that will fit you?" answered the mother. "You are always changing your size. One day you are a new moon. Another day you are a full moon. And another day you are neither."

So the little moon has to go without a cloak.

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MOTHER CAREY'S CHICKENS

One day in winter the snowflakes came down as soft and light and white as feathers. The little children looking out at the window sang,

"Old Mother Carey's chickens, Old Mother Carey's chickens; They are up in the sky,    Ever so high; Old Mother Carey's chickens."