Everybody Inn”

"Everybody Inn" by David Cory is a charming children's book that tells the story of a young boy named Jimmy who discovers a magical inn where all sorts of delightful characters come to stay. As he interacts with the guests, Jimmy learns valuable lessons about friendship, kindness, and the importance of accepting others. The whimsical narrative, complemented by colorful illustrations, captures the imagination and encourages young readers to embrace diversity and celebrate the uniqueness of each individual. Perfect for bedtime reading, this tale offers both entertainment and moral insights for children.

• Children

								
    Down the Shady Forest Trail
    Twinkles here and there a tail,
    Tails of squirrels, gray and red,
    Tails of feathered folk o’erhead.
    If you’re patient I’ll not fail
    To tell another rabbit tale.

Listen now to my story, dear little boys and girls. Here we go,
my typewriter and I, both of us together, to spin a tale of a
dear little rabbit. By the way, I’ve forgotten where we left off
a while ago. Was it about the Circus Elephant? Oh, dear, no! This
is not the time for the circus. Was it about Little Jack Rabbit
and Chippy Chipmunk? No? Well, it might have been about the old
gentleman rabbit, for I hear a horn and here comes Uncle Lucky in his
Luckymobile.

In hopped the little rabbit and away they went, honk! honk! honk!

    For the Luckymobile could go like the wind
      And it always left everything far behind.
    Not even a deer on his swift flying feet
      With the Luckymobile had a chance to compete.

All of a sudden, just like that, or the crack of a pistol, a voice
shouted:

“Stop! stop!”

“Now, who do you suppose that is?” asked the old gentleman rabbit,
returning the salute by honking the horn two times and a half, Honk!
Honk! Buzz!

“I’m sorry it’s you, Mr. Lucky Lefthindfoot,” said the Policeman Dog,
with a nice kind of a growl, jumping up from behind a tree. “I’d much
rather arrest Danny Fox. Yes, indeed.”

“Then why don’t you?” asked the old gentleman rabbit, with a laugh,
handing the policeman dog a ten dollar lettuce leaf bill. Goodness
me! you should have seen that Policeman Dog smile. He showed all his
teeth and his spiked collar!

“All right, Mr. Lucky Lefthindfoot. I’ll go down to the Three-in-One
Cent Store to buy my wife a new washing board,” and off he ran to get
this lovely present.

“Let’s be a little more careful,” advised Uncle Lucky, when once more
on their way. “I have with me only three hundred ten dollar lettuce
leaf bills and I don’t want to spend them all before reaching home.

    “When I was young, oh, me, or you!
     Tra la loo, tra la loo!
     I used to dance ’most every night
     Until the sun was shining bright.
     But now I ride in my little Tin Liz
     Because of my bothery rheumatiz!”

Now while the two little bunnies were speeding home to Uncle Lucky’s
little white house a great com-mo-tion was going on in the Shady
Forest.

For almost two hours Grandmother Magpie had watched the big stranger
tear up the trees. But as soon as he began to build a house, away she
flew to spread the news.

“I have something to tell you!” cried the old lady Magpie, as pretty
Lady Love opened the kitchen door in the Old Bramble Patch to see who
was knocking.

“Oh, it’s you, is it?” she sighed, and maybe her voice sounded a
little bit disappointed for she didn’t like Old Mother Mischief, not
the least little bit.

“Oh, yes, I’ve some wonderful news,” answered the old lady Magpie,
fluttering up on the window-sill. “What do you think? There’s a big
elephant in the Shady Forest.”

“You don’t say so!” exclaimed Lady Love. “Maybe it’s Little Jack
Rabbit’s friend, the Circus Elephant.”

“That’s just who it is,” agreed Grandmother Magpie, “for I saw him
practicing all kinds of funny tricks. Why, he stood on his head and
waved a little American flag with his tail. Then he sat on a big blue
barrel and blew a bugle.”

“Gracious me!” laughed Lady Love, “I wish Little Jack Rabbit were
home.”

“Where is he?” asked Grandmother Magpie, for she was a very curious
person, let me tell you.

“Over at his Uncle Lucky’s,” answered Lady Love. “I’m going to call
him up on the telephone,” and at once the dear little lady rabbit
hopped into the hall and rang up, “One, two, three, Rabbitville, U.
S. A.” In a few minutes Mr. Lucky Lefthindfoot’s voice answered.
“Helloa, who is it?” No sooner had Lady Love told him the news than
he shut off the telephone and called to Little Jack Rabbit, who was
out in the garden eating lettuce sandwiches.

“Little Jack Rabbit! Your Elephant circus friend is in the Shady
Forest.” Then you should have seen that little rabbit hop into the
house.

“Let’s ride over in the Luckymobile. I haven’t seen my elephant
friend since the circus.”

Pretty soon as they passed the Big Brown Bear’s Cozy Cave they were
surprised to see that big brown furry animal sitting outside in the
sunshine having his picture taken.

    “Please don’t wiggle,
       Please don’t sneeze
     If I tickle both your knees,”

they heard Photographer Crane say as he squeezed the little rubber
ball.

“Goodness gracious meebus!” exclaimed Uncle Lucky. “How often does
the Big Brown Bear have his photograph taken?”

“Oh, I know why,” cried the little rabbit. “I guess the one he took
the other day didn’t turn out well.”

    “Heigh diddle diddle,
       And heigh diddle di,
     The cat has been eating
       A little mouse pie,”

sang dear Uncle Lucky.

“Who’s singing?” all of a sudden, just like that, enquired a voice
through the trees. But the two little rabbits made no answer,
thinking it might be Old Man Weasel.

“Hush!” whispered Uncle Lucky. “Who do you suppose it is?”

“I don’t know,” answered the little rabbit, taking his pop-gun from
his knapsack.

Again the same voice began to sing:

    “I was always content when on pleasure bent,
       Heigh hoo and a bottle of pop.
     But no longer I’ll roam for I’ve built me a home,
       And here in the forest I’ll stop.”

“It’s my elephant friend,” laughed the little rabbit. “I know his
voice.” Just then they came in sight of a big log house. At the front
door on a three-legged stool sat the kind Elephant, smoking a big
cigar.

Well, sir! You should have seen those two dear little rabbits hop out
of the Luckymobile! Why, Uncle Lucky hopped out so quickly that his
old wedding stovepipe hat fell off his head and rolled on top of a
little ant hill. It took the poor little ant and her four thousand
nine hundred and ninety-nine uncles and cousins and sisters almost
an hour to push it off, but Uncle Lucky was too busy talking to the
Elephant to notice what was going on.

Well, by and by, when there was nothing more to talk over, except the
folks at home and the new baby across the way, Little Jack Rabbit
said;

    “Come out for a ride in the Luckymobile,
       It’s such a long time since you went.
     We’ll sure bring you back to your little log shack.
       Do you like it as well as a tent?”

“I like it better in the winter,” answered the Elephant. “But I’ve
had lots of fun at the circus! Do you remember one day last summer I
shouted, ‘Give me a peanut!’”

“Of course I do,” answered the bunny boy.

“Well, don’t let’s talk of that now. We’ll go Luckymobiling.”

Locking the door of his log hut, he put the key in an empty bird’s
nest and climbed into the Luckymobile. And as soon as Uncle Lucky
had picked up his old wedding stovepipe hat and put on his goggles,

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