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  Copyright © 1973 by P. D. Eastman. Copyright renewed 2001 by Mary L. Eastman, Peter Anthony Eastman and Alan Eastman. New illustrations copyright © 2003 by Peter Anthony Eastman. All rights reserved under International and Pan American Copyright Conventions. Published in the United States by Random House Children’s Books, a division of Random House, Inc., New York, and simultaneously in Canada by Random House of Canada Limited, Toronto. Originally published by Random House in slightly different form in 1973 as Big Dog … Little Dog: A Bedtime Story (Pictureback®).

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  Library of Congress Cataloging in Publication Data

  Eastman, P. D. (Philip D.) Big dog … little dog/ P. D. Eastman. p. cm. — “B 92.”

  SUMMARY: Two dogs are opposite in every way but are the very best of friends. eISBN: 978-0-375-98447-1

  [1. Dogs—Fiction. 2. Friendship—Fiction.] I. Title. PZ7.E1314 Bi 2003 [E]—dc2l 2002151045

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  Contents

  Title Page

  Copyright

  First Page

  Fred and Ted were friends.

  Fred was big.

  Ted was little.

  Fred always had money.

  Ted never had money.

  When they walked in the rain,

  Fred was wet …

  and Ted was dry.

  They both liked music.

  Fred played

  the flute.

  Ted played

  the tuba.

  When they had dinner,

  Fred ate the spinach …

  and Ted ate the beets.

  When they painted the house,

  Fred used green paint.

  Ted used red.

  One day Fred and Ted

  went away in their cars.

  Fred went in

  his green car.

  Ted went in

  his red car.

  Fred drove his car slowly.

  Ted drove his car fast.

  They came to a sign.

  “Where should we go?” asked Fred.

  “To the mountains,” said Ted.

  When they got to the mountains,

  Ted skied all day long.

  Fred skated all day long.

  When they stopped,

  Fred was cold.

  Ted was warm.

  By night both of them

  were very sleepy.

  “Look!” said Fred.

  “A small hotel!”

  Fred’s room was upstairs.

  Ted’s room was downstairs.

  “Good night, Ted.

  Sleep well,” said Fred.

  “Good night, Fred.

  Sleep well,” said Ted.

  But they did not sleep well.

  Upstairs, Fred thumped and bumped

  and tossed and turned.

  Downstairs, Ted moaned and groaned

  and crashed and thrashed all over the bed.

  When morning came,

  Fred called Ted.

  “Let’s take a walk,”

  Fred said to Ted.

  “We can walk

  and talk,” said Ted

  to Fred.

  They walked uphill.

  They walked downhill.

  They made tall talk.

  They made small talk.

  “Did you get any sleep

  last night, Ted?”

  “None at all, Fred!”

  “My bed is too little!”

  “My bed is too big!”

  “What can we do about it, Ted?”

  “I don’t know, Fred.”

  “I know what to do!”

  said the bird.

  “Ted should sleep upstairs

  and Fred should sleep

  downstairs!”

  “The bird’s got the word.”

  “Back to bed!”

  yelled Ted.

  “Back to bed!”

  yelled Fred.

  “It’s downstairs for me!”

  yelled Fred.

  “It’s upstairs for me!”

  yelled Ted.

  Ted jumped into

  the little bed upstairs.

  And Fred jumped into

  the big bed downstairs.

  Ted slept all day long

  in the cozy little bed.

  And Fred slept all day long

  in the cozy big bed.

  “Well, that was easy to do.

  Big dogs need big beds.

  Little dogs need little beds.

  Why make big problems

  out of little problems?”

 

 

  P. D. Eastman, Big Dog... Little Dog

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