Jemima Puddle-Duck Lines Flashcards
REBECCAH: What’s got your tail-feathers in a twist today, Jemima Puddle-duck?
JEMIMA: Oh, it’s just the rotten farmer’s wife, again.
REBECCAH: What about her? I think she is lovely.
JEMIMA: Well, I don’t, Rebeccah! I want to lay my eggs and hatch them, but the farmer’s wife steals them away from me and cooks them for her family! I want my own family… well… other family besides you, sister-in-law. I want to raise my own little ducklings.
REBECCAH: Come on, Jemima! Let’s go to the puddle for a swim, or waddle around in the field. Something to get your mind off of things.
JEMIMA: No, no. I will not have anymore of this farm. I will not tolerate the Farmer’s Wife stealing anymore of my babies! I must leave straight away and go somewhere else… somewhere else to lay my eggs and hatch them.
REBECCAH: Now where on earth would that be?
JEMIMA: I don’t know. Somewhere safe… somewhere like… the woods! Just over yonder there are woods! I could go there to lay my eggs.
REBECCAH: Jemima, don’t you know? Every duck says the woods are a dangerous place to go. Even the farmer himself avoids the woods at all costs!
JEMIMA: Oh, please. anywhere that’s not near the farmer’s wife is safe for my eggs.
REBECCAH: But what about you?
JEMIMA: I’ll be fine! I’ll return in two month’s time, accompanied by all of the new little ones of the Puddle-duck family.
PETER: A fox! I’ve never seen one in real life, but I’ve heard many stories about how cruel and vicious they are! My cousin, Benjamin Bunny, had a run in with a farm cat a few months ago, but he said that it was nothing compared to a fox. I better stay hidden for now.
JEMIMA: My… what an elegant looking gentleman. So very tall, and so very handsome…
FOX: Hello, Madam, have you lost your way?
JEMIMA: Oh, me? What? I…umm… well, I… no. I’m just, well, I came from town, searching for a place to lay my eggs. And…. this…. seems like a good location.
FOX: But my dear, I’m afraid you are mistaken. The woods get dangerous at night, and we are entirely unprotected in this clearing. Some wily, wicked, wayfarer may come to steal your eggs… or to steal you.
JEMIMA: Steal little ol’ me? Whatever for?
FOX: For a plump, succulent, delicious feast– I… I mean feat your eyes over there! This lovely cottage! It is my winter residence, you see. Very spacious, very protected, very private. I have a room perfect for you to nest in and hatch your eggs.
JEMIMA: Goodness, it looks very comfortable.
FOX: And soft… and tender… for you to, of course, hatch your eggs.
JEMIMA That sounds absolutely perfect. How could I ever begin to thank you for your generosity?
FOX: And this here is where you will be staying.
JEMIMA: Wow! There are so many feathers! They look an awful lot like mine… where did you–
FOX: Exactly. I thought this would be a perfect spot to nest due to the familiarity. Oh, and next, here is the kitchen.
JEMIMA: It is a very large kitchen indeed! Do you do much cooking?
FOX: Yes, quite a lot. However, I do think I’m running out of spices… I will definitely have to pick some up shortly.
JEMIMA: This home is so wonderful… you are so wonderful. Thank you ever so much for letting me stay here– truly, I owe you my life.
FOX: Oh, we will arrange that soon enough.
JEMIMA: Hm? What was that?
BEATRIX: So the sly fox and Jemima Puddle-Duck went to bed in their respective rooms. Not long after, Jemima had laid nine eggs. This number was quite satisfactory, and soon she’d be ready to go back to the farm.
JEMIMA: Sir, I have just finished laying nine eggs. Within four weeks, they will hatch and I will be on my way back to the farm.