The Mysterious Disease

He held his head high, he was one of the elite, no one would ever find out his secret. His robe was as luxurious, gleaming white as the best. His locks shining like a dark resplendent crown upon his intelligent brow.  As he laughed, joked or discoursed learnedly according to the occasion, his eyes twinkled with life; even they did not give away his deep dark secret.

Billy Enjoyed His House of Logs

Billy smiled to himself as he stretched out in his favorite chair beside the fireplace.

“Yessir, I have a spiffy house now. Old Man North Wind won’t get in this winter, you betcha. Help yerself to some of that good apple cider, compliments of the boss, hisself.”

            One of his little guests, Susie Skunk looked most surprised. “How in the world did you get on the good side of Farmer Brown? My, if I ever so much as poke my head outta the woods he’s out with his shotgun and I must flee.”

            “Well you do have somewhat of a, er, nasty reputation for givin’ er, Mrs. Browning, the hen, a bit o’ trouble whenever she has a fluffy flock of chicks following’ her.”

            “Me!” Miss Skunk looked most indignant. “That’s Wiley Fox that causes all the trouble! A little gal like me—why I’m innocent!”