Volume 8 - Issue 1
A Jet Flight (September 13th, 1959)
While paddling their peapod canoe along the creek on a frog hunt, the Turk, Gogo and the Dunce came ashore in front of the tomato can where the Teenie Weenie Indian lives. The Policeman and the Chinaman were visiting the Indian when the three hunters arrived. As the little men were talking, the Indian pointed to a big bird circling above them.
"Looks like pigeon," said the Indian.
A moment later, the bird lighted near them. They knew at once that the pigeon was a stranger, for none of them had ever seen him before. The Chinaman, who understands bird talk better than the other Teenie Weenies, tried to tell the visitor that they would like to help him if he had lost his way. The pigeon just stared at them.
"Him not afraid of us," the Chinaman told the other Teenie Weenies. "But him no understands like birdses who know us."
The Dunce got several grains of wheat from the Indian and fed them to the bird. "Maybe we can get this fellow to take us for a ride," he told Gogo. "Riding on that big bird's back would be just like flying in a jet plane.
After a lot of motions, the Dunce finally made the pigeon understand that he wanted to fly over the tree-tops. Gogo was persuaded to go along in spite of the Policeman's warnings. When the two daring little men were settled on his back, the bird sailed off the ground and flew down the creek. They flew higher and higher till the creek below looked like a mere thread.
The two Teenie Weenies hung on with oil their strength, for the wind whipped and tugged at them. Gogo was terrified and finally the Dunce, who is a speed demon, decided he'd had enough jet flight. When the Dunce screamed at the top of his voice for the bird to take them back to the Indian's house, the pigeon kept flying on and on. After all, he did not understand Teenie Weenie talk and perhaps he thought his passengers wanted him to fly faster.
After a long time, they flew over a big town and the pigeon landed on the roof of a small shed. The two Teenie Weenies slid off his back and demanded to be taken home. Instead, the bird flew off, leaving them in a strange place, miles and miles from their beloved Teenie Weenie village. (Continued)
Having begged a ride on the back of a strange pigeon, the Dunce and Gogo finally were landed on the roof of a shed many miles from the Teenie Weenie village. The two scared Teenie Weenies found themselves deserted by the pigeon at the edge of a big, noisy town. There would be strange animals to deal with here and most alarming to the little men, no taller than a match stick, would be the many big people who would want to catch a Teenie Weenie at their first sight of the mites.
"Maybe we could get some idea where we are by trying to question that rabbit," said the Dunce, pointing to a rabbit nibbling some leaves in a pen beside the shed.
"A strange rabbit wouldn't understand our talk," said Gogo.
"Well, we can try," answered the Dunce and he climbed down into the rabbit pen. He began to question the rabbit but it went on nibbling and paid no attention to the two Teenie Weenies.
It was getting dark and the Teenie Weenies ventured along, looking for someplace to spend the night. Soon they came out into an alley.
"I'm hungry," said the Dunce and he began to look around for something to eat. Finally he saw a small crust of bread. It was very dry and hard but he picked it up and carried it under his arm.
As they moved cautiously along looking for a safe place to spend the night, the Dunce saw a big rat peering at them from a hole under the fence. Fortunately there was a big bottle nearby and the Dunce dived into it, followed closely by Gogo. The two Teenie Weenies stood shivering with fright, for a rat is a very dangerous animal to such tiny people. Slowly the rat came out of the hole and smelled at the opening into the bottle but the animal was too big to get in and the two Teenie Weenies felt safe for the present.
Finally the rat moved away and the Dunce began to hammer the hard crust of bread against the bottle. In that way they managed to get a few crumbs to eat. Presently it became dark and the two little men finally drowsed off to sleep. (Continued.)
When the Dunce and Gogo flew off on the back of a strange pigeon, the Teenie Weenies didn't worry, but when they did not return by night the little people began to think something had happened to them. Little could be done at night but in the morning the men began to ask their bird friends near the village if they had seen anything of the missing Teenie Weenies. The General called a meeting at the half-gallon sirup can the village uses for a school house and town hall. Tom, the big blue jay, Tilly, the sparrow, and Skippy, the chipmunk, all came to the meeting.
There was a lot of chatter from Skippy and the birds, Tom made so much noise he had to be told to be quiet be cause the little folks could hardly hear each other.
"Something has happened to Gogo and the Dunce," the Lady of Fashion told the Policeman, "or they surely would be back by this time."
"I warned them not to fly off on that strange pigeon said the Policeman. "That bird didn't know us and couldn't understand what was said to it."
"The pigeon probably flew off quite a distance and didn't want to bring the Dunce and Gogo back," said the Doctor, "but they will find their way home."
"Bird flew north," said the Indian. "Dunce and Gogo could see creek from so high up in the air. They see where creek flows into river. They will come back along river."
"Birdses could fly arounds and maybe see Dunce and Gogoes," suggested the Chinaman, "Me tells them to looks for Teenie Weenieses."
The Chinaman, who understands bird language, explained to Tilly and Tom what was expected of them and the two birds promised to help search for the lost Teenie Weenies, The birds flew around the country for several days but didn't see them.
Of course all the Teenie Weenie men hunted thru the neighborhood and the Indian and the Sailor paddled their pea pod canoes along the creek and even some distance up the big river without success. Every day Tom and Tilly flew miles and miles around the country but they never once saw any sign of the missing Teenie Weenies. (Continued.)
On Their Way Home (October 4th, 1959) It was just getting light when the two lost Teenie Weenies awoke. The Dunce peered out of the neck of the bottle and carefully looked around. Nothing was in sight. Stepping outside, he motioned for Gogo to follow. Being such tiny people, Teenie Weenies must be very careful to keep out of sight. Big people would want to catch them and strange animals sometimes are dangerous. "We sure are lost," wailed Gogo. "How are we going to get back home?" "That's easy!" exclaimed the Dunce. "When we were up in the air on the back of that pigeon who brought us here I could see for miles around. The bird flew north along the big river and then turned and flew east to this town, where it left us stranded." "But where is east and where is south?" asked Gogo. "Over there is east," answered the Dunce pointing to the rising sun in the distance. "Now if you face north your right hand will point to the east your left hand to the west and your back will be to the south. If we walk west we will come to the river and then we can build a raft and float down to the place where the creek that runs near our village falls into the river. Then we'll tramp back up the creek home." Then the Dunce drew a map in the sand with a small stick. "That's an awful long way from here," moaned Gogo. "Yes, but we'll get home if we keep going and can find something to eat now and then," said the Dunce. The two Teenie Weenies made their way cautiously down the alley, hiding when big people were near. The hungry mites found a partly spoiled apple from which they cut several pieces with their Teenie Weenie knives. A bit farther on they found the end of an ice cream cone. They broke it into small pieces with a stone and stuffed their pockets with them for future use. The sun was setting when the two tired Teenie Weenies reached the river and they began to hunt a place to sleep. They found a bird's nest high in a bush near the water and after Gogo had climbed up and found it deserted he motioned for the Dunce to come up. After dining on stale ice cream cone they listened to the water and the hooting of an owl until they fell asleep. (Continued) Down The River (October 11th, 1959) Gogo and the Dunce awoke from a good night's sleep in the deserted bird's nest at the edge of the river. The two lost Teenie Weenies ate the last crumbs of the tiny bit of ice cream cone they had found the day before and climbed down the bush to the river bank. "Now we've got to find a raft," said the Dunce. "Then we can float down the river toward home." The little chaps soon found a piece of board that they decided would make a fair raft. After a lot of hard work they dragged it to the edge of the water. Next the Dunce said they should have some string. When Gogo asked why string was necessary, the Dunce exploded. "We've got to have it to tie up the raft when we want to stop without having to pull it up onto the shore." "Lawsy!" exclaimed Gogo. "We don't want to stop. We want to get home." After some searching they found a piece of string and then the Dunce said they to get an anchor. "Great grief," grumbled Gogo. "We don't want an anchor holding us back." The Dunce insisted on an anchor and finally they found a rusty bolt the Dunce thought would make a good one. After a lot of lifting and grunting they got it aboard the raft. The Dunce found a small stick which he roughly shaped into a paddle with his Teenie Weenie knife and Gogo selected a pole to help push the raft. When all was ready they launched the raft in the river and went bobbing along. With the help of the paddle and pole they managed to steer the raft away from sticks and stones along the edge of the stream. "Jimminie Christmas!" exclaimed the Dunce as they floated along late in the afternoon. "I'm hungry. Wish the Cook would come along with a big platter of fried frog ham." After a time they decided to stop for the night. They pushed the raft onto shore and put out the anchor so the raft could not float away. When the big task was done they ventured up under some dark overhanging tree branches in search of something to fill their very empty Teenie Weenie tummies. (Continued) An Old Friend (October 18th, 1959) After tying up their raft the two lost Teenie Weenies started out to find something to eat. They had floated down the river on a board all day without food except for a few crumbs of stale ice cream cone. The two men ventured up under some overhanging boughs in the hope of finding something to eat. They had not traveled far when the Dunce spied a long slim animal glide under a big log. "It's a mink!" he gasped and the two Teenie Weenies set off for the raft at top speed. It was a lucky thing that a tin can had been washed up on the shore. It lay close to the raft and the two men thought it would be a safe place to spend the night. It was growing dark and they decided the tin top could be pried clown to close the opening into the can which would keep prowlers out. After pulling the cover down tight the two hungry Teenie Weenies soon went to sleep. Although they were terribly hungry the two lost mites thought there were too many animals around that spot to search further for food and so they loaded the bolt they were using for an anchor and drifted out into the river. They paddled and poled the raft along near the shore and when they saw some hazelnut bushes on the shore they stopped to try and get some nuts, Squirrels and chipmunks had taken most of the nuts but the two Teenie Weenies found three which had been overlooked by the animals. After cracking the shells with stones they ate their fill. As they drifted down the stream they noticed a duck circling high overhead. The two Teenie Weenies felt a bit alarmed for a mallard duck could gobble them up at one gulp. As the duck circled nearer the Dunce let out a yelp. "It's the duck we helped one time when it had been shot, He's an old friend of ours," he shouted and he began to wave the bird down. It settled on the water and swam up to the raft. With many motions and much pigeon duck talk the Dunce finally made the bird understand they wanted to be flown to the Teenie Weenie village. The two little men climbed onto the bird's back and in a very short time they were flown to the Teenie Weenie village where they received a royal welcome and the best meal the Cook and the Lady of Fashion could set before them.
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Don
The Teenie Weenie King
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