“Sulky
Sammy,”—that's what they called me. I live in a stable, in a big farmyard, and
everybody used to say I was the most disagreeable little puppy dog they knew!
One morning
I was having a drink of water when two other little pups came along.
“Will you
come and have a game?” they said.
But I had a
fit of the sulks on, and didn't want to play with anyone, so I frowned, and
said nothing. Close by Chick was having breakfast with her sisters, and I heard
her say, “There's Sulky Sammy—disagreeable again!”
I don't like
Chick. Mother often says to me, “Oh, Sammy! How I wish you were as sweet and
gentle as Chick!” And Master Mousie tells his friends Mrs. Puss, and her three
little kittens, long stories of Chick's goodness, and my naughtiness and sulks.
One day I
chased Chick out of the farmyard, and left her all alone in a big field.
I hoped she
would never come back any more, but Mr. Tortoise found her, and asked Bunny and
his brother to take her home. That nasty Bunny told everybody what I had done.
So Mr. Turkey chased me out of the farmyard. In a field I met such a funny man.
Two birds sat on his arms, and one said, “Everyone would be quite fond of Sammy
if he only left off being disagreeable!” I trotted home, and began to try at
once. Nobody ever calls me “Sulky Sammy” now.
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