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"Luckymobiling" by David Cory is an engaging tale centered around the theme of adventure and the pursuit of fortune. The story follows the protagonist as they navigate the ups and downs of a life filled with twists and unexpected turns, ultimately exploring the intersection of luck, determination, and the impact of choices. With a blend of humor and insight, Cory crafts a narrative that resonates with readers, inviting them to reflect on their own perceptions of luck and success.

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    “Now listen to me
     For a minute or three,”

and turning to page one, oh, oh! he read aloud:

    “Never hurry, never worry,
     Never rush and never scurry.
     Start in time and you’ll get there;
     So the tortoise beat the hare.”

“Where did you get your wonderful little Wisdom Book?” asked Uncle
Lucky, taking off his goggles and scratching his left ear with his
right hind foot.

“That’s my secret,” answered the old black bird, with a smile,
winking his little black eyes and curling his feathers with his beak.

“I wish I had a Wisdom Book,” went on the old gentleman rabbit. “It’s
full of good things.”

“I’ll tell you something since you’re so fond of my little book. I’ve
written in it all the good things I’ve heard. You see, when I first
bought it at the Three-in-One Cent Store, it was only full of white
pages, but now it’s full of wise things,” answered the old crow,
glancing up over his spectacles. All of a sudden he took out his
fountain pen and shouted: “Listen! I’ve just thought of something:

    “Frogs from little Tadpoles grow!”

Then with a bang he closed his book and, snapping his bill, flapped
his wings and flew away, but where he went I cannot say.

“Why didn’t we ask him which road to take?” sighed the Scarecrow,
looking up at the sign-post. “I don’t know anybody in Lettuce Hill
and what’s the use of going to Rabbitville when you two little
rabbits are here and not there. I’m sure I don’t want to go to Turnip
City. My wife’s mother now lives there and for me she doesn’t care.”

“All right,” laughed kind Uncle Lucky, “let’s go home—the best place
of all,” and turning the Luckymobile to the right, after a while, and
more than a mile, and maybe a smile, they met a funny Little Donkey
with two baskets over his back, one on each side.

    “The Rooster sings his cock-ado,
       The Old Cow sometimes gives a moo,
     The Big Brown Horse will answer neigh,
       But what does the Little Donkey say
     When he puts back his ears and gives a bray?”

“What does he say?” asked Uncle Lucky, making the Luckymobile trot by
the side of the Little Donkey as nicely as you please.

“He says: ‘Look out for my heels!’” laughed the little long-eared
animal, throwing out his hind legs to show how high he could kick.
But, oh, dear me! He should have known better, for out rolled the
carrots all over the road.

Out hopped dear Uncle Lucky, kind Little Jack Rabbit and the nice
old Scarecrow to help him pick them up. As soon as the baskets were
filled and fastened on straight, for they were all wiggly waggly, you
know, the Little Donkey said:

    “Next time I’ll think before I kick
       And look before I leap,
     And lock the stable door before
       I lay me down to sleep.”

“Come in with us,” said kind Uncle Lucky. “We’re going your way.”

Carefully climbing in, the Little Donkey set down the baskets of
carrots. Pretty soon on reaching a little green barn he shouted:

“I live right here. Come, stay awhile. Although I live in a barn I
have nice things. Besides, I own three Liberty Bonds and a cigar
coupon. Oh, yes, I’m a patriotic donkey. My two brothers went to
France with the U. S. Army,” and, pointing to a small iron safe in
one corner, he added in a whisper, “That’s where I keep my money.”

“You can’t beat me,” said the Scarecrow. And would you believe it?
He put his hand in his inside coat pocket and drew out three Liberty
Bonds! Yes, sir, he did! “And I’m not going to sell them, either,” he
added, pinning his overcoat carefully over his waistcoat.

“If you’ll wait a minute while I put the carrots in the pantry,”
said the Little Donkey, “I’ll come back and make you some nice candy.”

At once the little rabbits and the Scarecrow sat down and waited
until the Little Donkey returned with some maple sugar, a lemon
lollypop and a chocolate caramel. Filling a saucepan with water,
he soon had a wonderful candy boiling on the stove. After it was
all done he put it down the well to cool, and when it was hard and
nice he gave a piece to the little rabbits and another piece to the
Scarecrow, who said it was much finer than any he had ever tasted
from the Three-in-One Cent Store.

By and by Uncle Lucky, looking at his watch, said it was time to
leave and, thanking the Little Donkey for a pleasant time, the old
gentleman rabbit hopped into the Luckymobile.

“You can drop me off at the cornfield,” said the Scarecrow. “Turkey
Tim must be lonesome by this time.”

And shortly after the two little rabbits were safe at home for the
night.
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