13 a little more water a few less rabbits be Paul says between gasps. “Just an’ an’ it’ll fine,” 14 Out the dark comes voice. matter, if the frost gets o’ Johnny’s “Don’t it.” 15 Paul feels the cold ground he feels the on his hands. So he gets down an’ moisture freezin’ on his knees he folds his hands around that little spot dirt as he can, an’ o’ an’, gentle breathes his warm breath onto that tiny little seed. Time passes and the rabbits gather round to enjoy the warmth scratch their soft little backs up against those big calloused an’ hands. As the night wears on, Paul falls into a sleep, but his hands never that stop cuppin’ little bit life. o’ 16 Sometime long after moonset, the voice Johnny Appleseed comes soft out the o’ driftin’ o’ dark says, enough if you care an’ “Nothin’s don’t enough.” 17 Paul wakes up with the sun. He sets up stretches for a minute he remember an’ an’ can’t where he is. Then he looks down he gives a he sees a little tiny bit an’ whoop. ‘Cause o’ green up through the grains he at But Johnny pokin’ o’ dirt. “Hey, Johnny,” yells, “look this!” Appleseed is gone, slipped away in the night. Paul is upset for a minute, then he realizes he need to brag to anybody, that that little slip green is all the happiness he needs don’t o’ right now. Excerpt from "The Growin' of Paul Bunyan" from A Telling of the Tales by William J. Brooke, text copyright © 1990 by William J. Brooke. Used by permission of HarperCollins Publishers.
13 “Just a little more water an’ a few less rabbits an’ it’ll be fine,” Paul says between gasps. 14 Out o’ the dark comes Johnny’s voice. “Don’t matter, if the frost gets it.” 15 Paul feels the cold ground an’ he feels the moisture freezin’ on his hands. So he gets down on his knees an’ he folds his hands around that little spot o’ dirt an’, gentle as he can, breathes his warm breath onto that tiny little seed. Time passes and the rabbits gather round to enjoy the warmth an’ scratch their soft little backs up against those big calloused hands. As the night wears on, Paul falls into a sleep, but his hands never stop cuppin’ that little bit o’ life. 16 Sometime long after moonset, the voice o’ Johnny Appleseed comes driftin’ soft out o’ the dark an’ says, “Nothin’s enough if you don’t care enough.” 17 Paul wakes up with the sun. He sets up an’ stretches an’ for a minute he can’t remember where he is. Then he looks down an’ he gives a whoop. ‘Cause he sees a little tiny bit o’ green pokin’ up through the grains o’ dirt. “Hey, Johnny,” he yells, “look at this!” But Johnny Appleseed is gone, slipped away in the night. Paul is upset for a minute, then he realizes he don’t need to brag to anybody, that that little slip o’ green is all the happiness he needs right now. Excerpt from "The Growin' of Paul Bunyan" from A Telling of the Tales by William J. Brooke, text copyright © 1990 by William J. Brooke. Used by permission of HarperCollins Publishers.
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