The Trumpet of the Swan (full color)
E. B. White
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Like the rest of his family, Louis is a trumpeter swan. But unlike his four brothers and sisters, Louis can't trumpet joyfully. In fact, he can't even make a sound. And since he can't trumpet his love, the beautiful swan Serena pays absolutely no attention to him.
Louis tries everything he can think of to win Serena's affection--#8212;he even goes to school to learn to read and write. But nothing seems to work. Then his father steals him a real brass trumpet. Is a musical instrument the key to winning Louis his love?
The wild sound rang loud and clear and stirred everyone’s blood. Then, realizing that he should play something appropriate, Louis played a song he had heard the boys sing at camp. Row, row, row your boat Gently down the stream; Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily, Life is but a dream. The Swan Boat passengers were beside themselves with joy and excitement. A real live swan, playing a trumpet! Life was a dream, all right. What a lark! What fun! What pleasure! “This is real groovy!” cried a
the lake to listen while Louis played taps. It was a peaceful scene, a memorable hour. The Swan Boat had never enjoyed such popularity or made such a lot of money for the owner. But Louis knew that the boats would not run all winter. In a few days, the boats would be hauled out for the season, to wait quietly for the arrival of spring. One day, when Louis was waiting for the boat to take its passengers aboard, a Western Union messenger boy appeared on a bicycle. “I have a telegram for the
Walking back to camp through the swamp, Sam wondered whether to tell his father what he had seen. “I know one thing,” he said to himself. “I’m going back to that little pond again tomorrow. And I’d like to go alone. If I tell my father what I saw today, he will want to go with me. I’m not sure that’s a very good idea.” Sam was eleven. His last name was Beaver. He was strong for his age and had black hair and dark eyes like an Indian. Sam walked like an Indian, too, putting one foot straight in
a big white bird right over me in the sky and he was sliding down out of the sky like this.” Alfred held out his arms and imitated a bird. “And so when I saw the big bird I stopped thinking about how thirsty I was and pretty soon this enormous bird, he was enormous, was on the sidewalk and he was dead and there was blood all over everything and that’s what I saw.” “Did you notice anything special about the bird?” asked Judge Ricketts. “Blood,” said Alfred. “Anything else?” “No, just blood.”
whether electronic or mechanical, now known or hereafter invented, without the express written permission of HarperCollins e-books. http://harpercollins.com/childrens Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data White, E. B. (Elwyn Brooks), 1899– The trumpet of the swan / by E. B. White ; pictures by Fred Marcellino. p. cm. Summary: Louis, a voiceless Trumpeter swan, finds himself far from his wilderness home when he determines to communicate by learning to play a stolen trumpet.