Jemima thought him mighty civil and handsome. He had a long bushy tail which he was sitting upon, as the stump was somewhat damp. 'Madam, have you lost your way?' said he. The gentleman raised his eyes above his newspaper and looked curiously at Jemima 'Quack?' said Jemima Puddle duck, with her head and her bonnet on one side 'Quack?' He had black prick ears and sandy coloured whiskers. She rather fancied a tree stump amongst some tall fox gloves.īut seated upon the stump, she was startled to find an elegantly dressed gentleman reading a newspaper. Jemima alighted rather heavily, and began to waddle about in search of a convenient dry nesting place. She skimmed along over the tree tops until she saw an open place in the middle of the wood, where the trees and brushwood had been cleared. She flew beautifully when she had got a good start. She ran downhill a few yards flapping her shawl, and then she jumped off into the air. Jemima Puddle duck was not much in the habit of flying. She thought that it looked a safe quiet spot.

When she reached the top of the hill, she saw a wood in the distance. She was wearing a shawl and a poke bonnet. She set off on a fine spring afternoon along the cart road that leads over the hill. She determined to make a nest right away from the farm. Jemima Puddle duck became quite desperate. She tried to hide her eggs but they were always found and carried off. 'I wish to hatch my own eggs I will hatch them all by myself,' quacked Jemima Puddle duck. You would let them go cold you know you would!' Rebeccah Puddle duck, was perfectly willing to leave the hatching to some one else 'I have not the patience to sit on a nest for twenty eight days and no more have you, Jemima. Listen to the story of Jemima Puddle duck, who was annoyed because the farmer's wife would not let her hatch her own eggs. What a funny sight it is to see a brood of ducklings with a hen!

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