Blueberries for Henry and Maggie

One day, Little Henry went with his mother to Blueberry Hill to pick blueberries. Little Henry brought along his small tin pain and his mother brought her large tin pail to put berries in.

Little Henry picked three berries and dropped them in his little tin pail ...

kuplink, kuplank, kuplunk!

He picked three more berries and ate them. Then he picked more berries and dropped one in the pail - kuplink! And the rest he ate.

His mother walked slowly through the bushes, picking blueberries as she went and putting them in her pail. Little Henry struggled along behind, picking blueberries and eating every single one.

Little Henry hurried ahead and dropped a blueberry in his mother's pail. It didn't sound kuplink! because the bottom of the pail was already covered with berries.

His mother stopped picking and said, "Now Henry, you run along and pick your own berries. Mother wants to take her berries home and can them for next winter."

His mother went back to picking,

but Little Henry, because his feet were tired of standing and walking, sat down in the middle of a large clump of bushes and ate blueberries.

On the other side of Blueberry Hill, Little Bear came with her father to eat blueberries.

"Little Bear," he said, "eat lots of berries and grow big and fat. We must store up food for the long, cold winter."

Over on the other side of the hill, Little Henry ate all of the berries he could reach from where he was sitting, then he started out to find his mother.

Little Bear and her father went home down one side of Blueberry Hill, eating blueberries all the way, and full of food stored up for next winter.

And Little Henry and his mother went down the other side of Blueberry Hill, picking berries all the way

and drove home with food to can for next winter - a whole bag full of blueberries and three more besides.

The End.