The well in the wood

Buddie was sitting on the fallen, mossy trunk of a cedar tree, just inside the edge of the wood, throwing little sticks for her dog Colonel to fetch. Being a young dog, Colonel...

If a dog were to speak to you, Little One, in “really talk,” I dare say you would jump a foot--unless you happened to be sitting on a fallen tree at the time; then, very likely,...

They found the Laziest Beaver at home--just as Colonel, the Yellow Dog, had promised--lying in the sun in front of his tumble-down dwelling, and fanning himself with lazy flaps...

How Buddie came to be whisked away from Beavertown to a part of the wood that, so far as she could tell, she had never seen before, remains to this day a mystery.

“Here’s one! What a teeny little eye! And here’s the other! How do you put them back?” Buddie asked the Rabbit, who, mirror in hand, was again studying his nose.

“Why--I like them all,” she answered, much bewildered; and she pinched herself to make certain she was wide awake. “For,” she said to herself, “I must have fallen asleep and dre...

After the many strange things that Buddie had come upon in Queerwood, nothing could surprise her very much. Besides, as she never before had seen a donkey, or a lute, or the com...

“A miss is as good as a mile? You can not drive a windmill with a pair of bellows? Help the lame dog over the stile? A hand-saw is a good thing, but not to shave with? Nothing v...

The Bear was sitting on a wayside stump and looking up the road. That is, he would have been looking up the road if his eyes had been open instead of shut.

“Well, I _hired_ only one,” said the Bear, “and he got five others to do the work. He won’t do a thing himself; though he does condescend to wait on table when there’s company.”

Such a queer company called for a queer table. This was long and narrow, and the dishes were placed all on one side. Steps led up to the other side for the waiters to ascend, fo...

“You know I’m tired of that song,” protested the Donkey. Nevertheless he sang it, and was roundly applauded. Then, to oblige the Great Huge Bear, he sang _The Land of Nod_, and...

As far as Buddie could see in either direction stretched a wide, straight road, bordered with small firs and floored with springy moss. In winter this road, which had been made...

There was no reason for the show of impatience that accompanied the disclaimer, as Buddie had said nothing about storks carrying babies and hadn’t intended to say anything, for...

Buddie had walked a long way from the Stork before it occurred to her that she had forgotten to inquire of him the way to the Corner: it was just possible he knew. But it was to...

The grounds of the Greenwood Club were situated in and about a natural clearing on the edge of a grove of pine-trees. Here, once a week, as the Rabbit had said, the wood people...

The audience that gathered to hear Doctor Goose was small indeed. There was Buddie, who really wished to hear the lecture; the Donkey, who would as soon hear it as not; the Rabb...

“We need a guide,” repeated the Donkey, calmly, “not to show the way;--I’ll attend to that,--but to tell stories; that’s what guides are for. Now, then, whom can we get?”

For the first time that day Buddie began to feel frightened. The cascade no longer tinkled; it thundered. The wild river, stained with the juices of burnt land and swamp land, i...