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  This title was originally catalogued by the Library of Congress as follows: Eastman, P. D. The Best nest; illus. by the author. Beginner Books © 1968 64 p. col. illus. Mrs. Bird is unhappy with their home. She and Mr. Bird set forth to find a new nest but learn that home hunting is not very easy. 1. Birds—Stories. I. Title. eISBN: 978-0-375-98444-0

  Copyright © 1968 by Random House, Inc. All rights reserved under International and Pan American Copyright Conventions. Published in the United States by Random House, Inc., New York, and simultaneously in Canada by Random House of Canada Limited, Toronto. Manufactured in the United States of America.

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  Contents

  Title Page

  Copyright

  First Page

  Mr. Bird was happy.

  He was so happy he had to sing.

  This was Mr. Bird’s song:

  “I love my house.

  I love my nest.

  In all the world

  My nest is best!”

  Then Mrs. Bird came

  out of the house.

  “It’s NOT the best

  nest!” she said.

  “I’m tired of this old place,”

  said Mrs. Bird. “I hate it.

  Let’s look for a new place

  right now!”

  So they left the old place

  to look for a new one.

  “This place looks nice,”

  said Mr. Bird.

  “Let’s move in here.”

  But somebody else

  had already moved in.

  So they looked at another house.

  “This one looks nice,” said Mr. Bird.

  “And there’s nobody in it.”

  “You’re wrong,” said Mrs. Bird.

  “This house belongs to a foot!”

  So they went on looking.

  “I like this one,” said Mr. Bird.

  “It has a pretty red flag

  on the roof.”

  “I’ve always wanted a house

  with a flag,” said Mrs. Bird.

  “Maybe this place will be

  all right.”

  But it was not all right!

  “I guess I made a mistake,”

  said Mr. Bird.

  “You make too many mistakes,”

  said Mrs. Bird.

  “I’m going to pick the next house.

  “And here it is—right here!”

  They flew in.

  They looked around.

  “Isn’t it too big?”

  asked Mr. Bird.

  “I like this big place,”

  said Mrs. Bird. “This is the place

  to build our new nest.”

  They went right to work.

  They needed many things

  to build their nest.

  First they got some hay.

  They got some soda straws

  and broom straws.

  They got some sweater string.

  They got some stocking string …

  … and mattress stuffing.

  They got some horse hair.

  They got some man hair.

  Soon they had all the hay,

  all the straw, all the string,

  all the stuffing, all the horse hair,

  and all the man hair they could carry.

  They took it all back

  to build their nest.

  Mr. and Mrs. Bird worked very hard.

  It took them the rest of the

  morning to finish their nest.

  “This nest is really the best!”

  said Mrs. Bird.

  “I want to stay here forever.”

  Mr. Bird was very happy too.

  He flew to the top of his house.

  He sang his song again:

  “I love our house.

  I love our nest.

  In all the world

  Our nest is best!”

  He was so busy singing, he didn’t

  even see Mr. Parker coming.

  Every day at twelve o’clock,

  Mr. Parker came to the church.

  Mr. Parker came to pull a rope.

  The rope went up

  to the Birds’ new nest.

  The rope rang the big bell

  right under Mrs. Bird’s nest.

  Mrs. Bird got out of there

  as fast as she could fly.

  When Mr. Bird came in,

  all he could see was a mess

  of hay and string and stuffing

  and horse hair and man hair

  and straws. Where was Mrs. Bird?

  “I will look for her until I find her,”

  said Mr. Bird. He looked high.

  He looked low.

  He looked everywhere for Mrs. Bird.

  He looked down into a chimney.

  But Mrs. Bird wasn’t there.

  He looked down into a water barrel.

  But Mrs. Bird wasn’t there.

  Then he saw a big fat cat.

  There was a big fat smile

  on the fat cat’s face.

  There were some pretty brown feathers

  near the fat cat’s mouth.

  Mr. Bird began to cry.

  “Oh, dear!” he cried.

  “This big fat cat has eaten Mrs. Bird!”

  Mr. Bird flew off.

  “I’ll never see

  Mrs. Bird again,” he cried.

  It was getting dark.

  It began to rain.

  It rained harder and harder.

  Mr. Bird could not see

  where he was going.

  Crash!

  Mr. Bird bumped into something!

  It was his old house—

  that old, old house that Mrs. Bird hated.

  “I’ll go inside,” said Mr. Bird.

  “I’ll rest here until the rain stops.”

  Mr. Bird went in.

  And there was Mrs. Bird!

  Sitting there, singing!

  “I love my house.

  I love my nest.

  In all the world

  This nest is best.”

  “You! Here!” gasped Mr. Bird.

  “I thought you hated this old nest!”

  Mrs. Bird smiled.

  “I used to hate it,” she said.

  “But a mother bird

  can change her mind.

  You see …

  … there’s no nest

  like an old nest—

  for a brand new bird!”

  And when the egg popped open,

  the new bird thought so too!

 

 

  P. D. Eastman, The Best Nest

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