The Tale of Rusty Wren
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The Tale of Rusty Wren: Large Print By Arthur Scott Bailey A PLEASANT HOME Now, Rusty Wren had found-and shown to his wife-a hollow apple tree and a hole in a fence-rail, either of which he thought would make a pleasant place in which to live. But since the little couple were house wrens, Rusty's wife said she thought that they oughtn't to be so far from the farmhouse. "Why not build our nest behind one of the shutters?" she suggested. But Rusty shook his head quickly-and with decision. "That won't do," said he. "Somebody might come to the window and close the shutter; and then our nest would ...
The Tale of Rusty Wren: Large Print By Arthur Scott Bailey A PLEASANT HOME Now, Rusty Wren had found-and shown to his wife-a hollow apple tree and a hole in a fence-rail, either of which he thought would make a pleasant place in which to live. But since the little couple were house wrens, Rusty's wife said she thought that they oughtn't to be so far from the farmhouse. "Why not build our nest behind one of the shutters?" she suggested. But Rusty shook his head quickly-and with decision. "That won't do," said he. "Somebody might come to the window and close the shutter; and then our nest would fall to the ground. And if we happened to have six or eight eggs in it, you know you wouldn't like that very well." Rusty's wife agreed with him on that point. But she still insisted that she wanted to live near the farmhouse; and she said that she expected her husband to find a good spot for their nest, for she certainly wasn't going to spend the summer in a hole in a fence-rail, or in an old apple tree, either. Rusty Wren saw at once that there was no sense in arguing with her. If he wanted any peace, he knew that he might as well forget the old hollow apple tree and the hole in the fence-rail too. He had better forget them and resume his search for a home. So he gave his plump little cinnamon-colored body a shake and held his tail at even a higher angle than usual, just to show people that he was going to be the head of the house-when they should have one. Then with a flirt of his short, round wings he hurried over to Farmer Green's dooryard-after calling to his wife that he would come back and tell her if he had any luck. We are delighted to publish this classic book as part of our extensive Classic Library collection. Many of the books in our collection have been out of print for decades, and therefore have not been accessible to the general public. The aim of our publishing program is to facilitate rapid access to this vast reservoir of literature, and our view is that this is a significant literary work, which deserves to be brought back into print after many decades. The contents of the vast majority of titles in the Classic Library have been scanned from the original works. To ensure a high quality product, each title has been meticulously hand curated by our staff. Our philosophy has been guided by a desire to provide the reader with a book that is as close as possible to ownership of the original work.
