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On a small homestead in Maine, a strange friendship grew after tragedy struck. How could two animals so different from one another find anything in common, let along build a friendship that would baffle their owners and warm the hearts of all who witnessed the unusual but true bond that seemed to grow closer everyday. Ed and Cosmo may not look, sound or behave the same...they may not even be the same species... but their friendship reminds us that love, compassion understanding and tolerance are the basis of every worthwhile relationship, whether you are a goose, a goat or a human being. Here is their story.

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Excerpt from Tales From Welsh Wales: Founded on Fact and Current TraditionThere, my boy, I wanted to see how much you had grown - there, take that, it's your share - away you go.So the lad soon learned to chew tobacco, a habit he never relinquished to the day of his death.About the PublisherForgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.comThis book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.

TOPIC: Adventure and adventurers“Will you do it?” asked the eager, black-eyed girl sitting on the deep window shelf.“If Mr. Hammond says the synopsis of the picture is all right, I’ll go.”“Oh, Ruthie! It would be just—just scrumptious!”“We’ll go, Helen—just as we agreed last week,” said her chum, laughing happily.“It will be great! great!” murmured Helen Cameron, her hands clasped in blissful anticipation. “Right into the ‘wild and woolly.’ Dear me, Ruth Fielding, we do have the nicest times—you and I!”“You needn’t overlook me,” grumbled the third and rather plump freshman who occupied the most comfortable chair in the chums’ study in Dare Hall.“That would be rather—er—impossible, wouldn’t it, Heavy?” suggested Helen Cameron, rolling her black eyes.Jennie Stone made a face like a street gamin, but otherwise ignored Helen’s cruel suggestion. “I’d rather register joy, too——Oh, yes, I’m going with you; have written home about it. Have to tell Aunt Kate ahead, you know. Yes, I’d register joy, if it weren’t for one thing that I see looming before us.”“What’s that, honey?” asked Ruth.“The horseback ride from Yucca into the Hualapai Range seems like a doubtful equation to me.”“Don’t you mean ‘doubtful equestrianism’?” put in the black-eyed girl with a chuckle.“Perhaps I do,” sighed Jennie. “You know, I’m a regular sailor on horseback.”“You should have taken it up when we were all at Silver Ranch with Ann Hicks,” Ruth said.“Oh, say not so!” begged Jennie Stone lugubriously. “What I should have done in the past has nothing to do with this coming summer. I groan to think of what I shall have to endure.”“Who will do the groaning for the horse that has to carry you, Heavy?” interposed the irrepressible Helen, giving her the old nickname that Jennie Stone now scarcely deserved.“Never mind. Let the horse do his own worrying,” was the placid reply. The temper of the well nourished girl was not easily ruffled.“Why, Jennie, think!” ejaculated Helen, suddenly turned brisk and springing down from the window seat. “It will be just the jaunt for you. The physical culturists claim there is nothing so good for reducing flesh and helping one’s poor, sluggish liver as horseback riding.”“Say!” drawled the other girl, her nose tilted at a scornful angle, “those people say a lot more than their prayers—believe me! Most physical culturists have never ridden any kind of horse in their lives but a hobbyhorse—and they still ride that when they are senile.”Ruth applauded. “A Daniel come to judgment!” she cried.“Huh!” sniffed Jennie, suspiciously. “What does that mean?”“I—I don’t just know myself,” confessed Ruth. “But it sounds good—and Dr. Milroth used it this morning in chapel, so it must be all right.”“Anything that our revered dean says goes big with me, I confess,” said Jennie. “Oh, girls! isn’t she just a dear?”“And hasn’t Ardmore been just the delightsomest place for nine months?” cried Helen.“Even better than Briarwood,” agreed Ruth.“That sounds almost sacrilegious,” Helen observed. “I don’t know about any place being finer than old Briarwood.”“There’s Ann!” cried Ruth in a tone that made both the others jump.“Where? Where?” demanded Helen, whirling about to look out of the window again. The window gave a broad view of the lower slope of College Hill and the expanse of Lake Remona. Dusk was just dropping, for the time was after dinner; but objects were still to be clearly observed. “Where’s Jane Ann Hicks?”“Just completing her full course at Briarwood Hall,” Ruth explained demurely. “She will go to Montana, of course. But if I write her I know she’ll join us at Yucca just for the fun of the ride.”“Some people’s idea of fun!” groaned Jennie.“What are you attempting to go for, then?” demande....

Welsh Fairy Tales and Other Stories THE FAIRIES OF CARAGONAN. Once upon a time a lot of fairies lived in Mona. One day the queen fairy’s daughter, who was now fifteen years of age, told her mother she wished to go out and see the world. The queen consented, allowing her to go for a day, and to change from a fairy to a bird, or from a bird to a fairy, as she wished. When she returned one night she said: “I’ve been to a gentleman’s house, and as I stood listening, I heard the gentleman was witched: he was very ill, and crying out with pain.” “Oh, I must look into that,” said the queen. So the next day she went through her process and found that he was bewitched by an old witch. So the following day she set out with six other fairies, and when they came to the gentleman’s house she found he was very ill. Going into the room, bearing a small blue pot they had brought with them, the queen asked him: “Would you like to be cured?” “Oh, bless you; yes, indeed.” Whereupon the queen put the little blue pot of perfume on the centre of the table, and lit it, when the room was instantly filled with the most delicious odour. Whilst the perfume was burning, the six fairies formed in line behind her, and she leading, they walked round the table three times, chanting in chorus: “Round and round three times three, We have come to cure thee.”

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Excerpt from Welsh Fairy-Tales and Other StoriesThese tales were collected by me whilst living in Anglesea during the winter 1891-2.With the exception of the French story, they were told me and I took them down at the time.Particulars respecting the narratives will be found in the Notes.In most cases I have done but little editing, preferring to give the stories as told.The old book referred to in the Notes I bought from a country bookseller, who knew neither its author, title, or date, but I have since been informed the book is Williams' Observations on i/ze Snowdon Mountains, published in 1802, a book well known to students of Celtic literature.About the PublisherForgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.comThis book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.

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