Part 7 (1/2)
”You are a great big ht to be asha your o his mouth as wide as he could
About thetheir own food, so Robert Robin said to Mrs Robin: ”I have had a little matter on my mind for quite a while!”
”What is it?” asked Mrs Robin
”I have been thinking about taking a vacation!” said Robert Robin ”I have been working pretty hard, this suht, I dreah a briar patch! When I awoke I was all covered with a cold sweat! What I need is a little rest and relaxation!”
”What is relaxation?” asked Mrs Robin
”So like rest, only more refined!” said Robert Robin
”I think that I need a little vacation!” said Mrs Robin, ”so I will go along with you!”
”That will be fine!” said Robert Robin, ”and ill take the children!
But where shall we go?”
”Where have you been planning on going, dear?” asked Mrs Robin
”I would like to go to some quiet, restful place, where there was plenty to eat and drink, and nothing to do”
”That would be a wonderful place to live!” said Mrs Robin ”I should like to stay there always!”
”I was thinking that I would like to loaf around Brigg's Bra Swamp for a few days, then drop over to the river for a day or two, or possibly spend a short ti's Brambles is not a very safe place to take the children--there are so many owls and hawks around, and there is such an odor to Black-bug Swamp, and the last ti with their air guns I was thinking that if ent to the reat many more of our friends,--but have your oay, dear--I will be perfectly happy anywhere!”
”Perhaps we had better go to the mountains!” said Robert Robin ”It would be safer for the children!”
”That would be fine if the weather stays waret that awful chill I had, year before last!”
”That settles it!” said Robert Robin ”We will go to the seashore, where the weather is al, dear!” said Mrs Robin
”You always know just how to decide it! It is perfectly wonderful how quickly you make up your mind!”
”My father was the same way!” said Robert Robin ”I think it runs in our family!” Then Robert Robin felt so fine that he flew up to the top of a hickory tree and sang his ”Pick Pickles” song
”Pick pickles!
Pick pickles!
A teasel tick tickles!
A peasel pick pickles!
A teasel pick pickles!”
And old Mister Woodpecker stopped druhed and said:
”Every tih in spite of myself!”