Little Deeds of Kindness

"Little Deeds of Kindness" by David Cory is a heartwarming children’s book that emphasizes the importance of small acts of kindness in everyday life. Through charming storytelling and engaging illustrations, Cory illustrates how even the simplest gestures can make a significant impact on others and foster a sense of community and compassion. The narrative encourages young readers to embrace kindness in their own lives, reinforcing the idea that every little deed can contribute to a brighter world.

• Children

								
Now let’s see what Uncle Lucky is doing this lovely October weather,
when the leaves are red and the pumpkins yellow as sunflowers. My
goodness! what a dreadful time the old gentleman bunny had to keep on
his old stovepipe hat these windy autumn days. No matter how tight he
tied his blue silk polkadot handkerchief over the top and under his
chin every once in a while Billy Breeze knocked it off and rolled it
along the roadside.

“Well, it’s Autumn again and the leaves are all over the front lawn.
I must telephone the old Red Rooster to come over and rake them up,”
sighed dear Uncle Lucky, hopping up to the telephone to call up

    “Chickentown, oh, yes, oh, yes,
     Ring Happy Bells, Sue and Bess!”

“Who is it?” asked a cock-a-doodley voice.

    “Mr. Red Rooster, I want you to rake
       The leaves from off my front lawn.
     I’ll give you some money and plenty of honey.
       Did you say that your watch was in pawn?

     Well, never mind that, for I have a watch
       Which will tell you when five o’clock’s here.
     So come up to-morrow and don’t stop to borrow,
       I’ll pay you two dollars a year,”

answered funny Uncle Lucky, winking at Little Miss Mousie.

“All right,” agreed the Old Red Rooster. “I’ll be there to-morrow
at six.” But whether he or Uncle Lucky hung up the receiver first I
don’t know, for I never thought to ask the telephone girl.

“I just hate to have my place look disorderly,” sighed the dear old
gentleman rabbit. “I’m glad that old rooster will be here to-morrow,
although it makes me angry when he leans on his rake for hours at a
time to watch the automobiles go by.”

“Let’s go out to the barn to see the pigeons,” suggested his tiny
mouse housekeeper, curious to peep into the little house which Uncle
Lucky had built on the roof of his old barn.

“I’ll take some corn along,” he said, filling his old wedding
stovepipe hat up to the brim;

    “Come, little pigeons, eat up the corn,
       I haven’t had time to buy rye,
     And you mustn’t care that the store on the square
       Has only a fresh apple pie,”

sang dear Uncle Lucky. By and by he hopped back into the house for
his afternoon nap.

Bright and early the next morning, before Mr. Merry Sun had taken off
his cloudy nightcap, the Old Red Rooster knocked on the kitchen door.

    “Rat-a-tat-tat! Rat-a-tat-tat!
     Please open the door when I take off my hat!”

he sang, after rapping for the umpty ’leventh time. Dear me! Uncle
Lucky was a sound sleeper. I guess he only woke up when his alarm
clock tickled him.

“Wait a minute,” exclaimed the old gentleman rabbit, poking his head
out of the window. “Oh, it’s you, is it?” he exclaimed, spying the
old red rooster. “You’ll find the rake in the barn. Start right in to
clean up the lawn. I’ll be out in a minute or three as soon as Miss
Mousie has made the coffee.”

By and by when the Old Red Rooster had raked up a pile of leaves
almost as high as the spur on his right leg, he sat down to rest. All
of a sudden who should come limping along on three legs but Danny Fox.

“Oh, ho!” laughed the Old Red Rooster, although he never would have
so much as smiled had Danny Fox been walking on four legs, let me
tell you. Oh, my no!

“What’s that?” asked Danny Fox, angrily.

“Oh, ho!” repeated the Old Red Rooster, with a loud crow;

    “Oh, Danny Fox has but three legs,
       He he, ha ha, ho ho!
     He walks as fast as a Messenger Boy
       And maybe twice as slow.
     He’d not catch me if I were tied
       To an old green apple tree.
     He he, ha ha, ho ho, ho ho,
       Ha ha, ha ha, he he!”

Dear me! Wasn’t that old fox angry.

    “Nobody likes you, Danny Fox,
       You’re wicked and cruel and sly.
     You rob the henhouse every time
       When there is nobody nigh.
     You chase the little rabbits and hares,
     And fill them full of terrible scares.
     Oh, nobody loves you, Danny Fox,
     As you sneak around in your woolen socks.”

“What’s all this noise about?” asked Uncle Lucky, looking out of the
window. But when he saw Danny Fox he closed it mighty quick, let me
tell you.

Dear me, I was dreadfully afraid as Uncle Lucky closed the window
that Danny Fox would catch the Old Red Rooster. But he didn’t. No,
siree and a no, sireeman! His foot was too sore, so he limped away,
saying with an angry snarl, “You just wait. Some day you’ll pay for
the fun you’ve had with me,” which made the Old Red Rooster grow so
pale with fear that when Uncle Lucky peeked out for the third time he
thought a strange white rooster in his front yard was raking up the
fallen leaves.

No sooner was Danny Fox out of sight than Uncle Lucky hopped down to
breakfast.

“Maybe you’d better tell the Old Red Rooster to saw the wood. We’ll
soon need an open fire in the sitting room,” said dear Uncle Lucky to
Little Miss Mousie.

“Goodness me, this is a dull saw!” sighed the lazy old fowl, looking
up at the old gentleman bunny’s pretty mouse housekeeper.

All of a sudden there came a loud knocking. Laying aside the morning
paper and carefully placing his spectacles on the table, the old
gentleman bunny slipped his feet into a pair of old carpet slippers
and opened the door. Who do you suppose was standing on the little
porch? Why, Little Jack Rabbit, of course. He had come all the way
from the Old Bramble Patch to see his dear kind Uncle Lucky, who had
given him a gold watch and chain you remember some three hundred and
umpty-’leven stories ago in one of the Little Jack Rabbit Books.

“Glad to see you,” cried the old gentleman bunny and leading his
little nephew into the parlor, he invited him to sit down in front of
the fire which was blazing merrily on the hearth this cold October
day.

    “Oh, the wind will soon be whistling
       Around the kitchen door,
     And little drafts of chilliness
       Across the wooden floor
     Will almost take my slippers off
       And maybe bring the hopping cough,”

said the old gentleman rabbit. But he didn’t realize he was talking
in poetry. Oh, my no. If he had I guess my typewriter would have
pinned a red rose on the old gentleman’s coat.

“Well, what shall we do?” asked Little Jack Rabbit, being a restless
little bunny who could never sit still in the same place at the same
time for even a little while.

“We can take a ride in the Luckymobile,” answered Uncle Lucky.

“All right, let’s go,” laughed the little bunny, hopping out to the
garage, while the old gentleman rabbit pulled on his boots and tied
his blue silk polkadot handkerchief under his chin and over the top
of his old wedding stovepipe hat so that it wouldn’t blow off when
Billy Breeze blew.

Well, pretty soon, as they rolled along in the Luckymobile as fast as
a comet, or maybe faster, for that Luckymobile could go when Uncle
Lucky was in it. Oh, yes, ah, yes; they saw Danny Fox creeping along

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