Tucker's Countryside

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Chester Cricket needs help. That's the message John Robin carries into the Times Square subway station where Harry Cat and Tucker Mouse live. Quickly, Chester's good friends set off on the long, hard journey to the Old Meadow, where all is not well.
Houses are creeping closer. Bulldozers and construction are everywhere. It looks like Chester and his friends' home will be ruined and the children of the town won't have a place to play. Harry Cat and Tucker Mouse are used to the ...

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Overview

Chester Cricket needs help. That's the message John Robin carries into the Times Square subway station where Harry Cat and Tucker Mouse live. Quickly, Chester's good friends set off on the long, hard journey to the Old Meadow, where all is not well.
Houses are creeping closer. Bulldozers and construction are everywhere. It looks like Chester and his friends' home will be ruined and the children of the town won't have a place to play. Harry Cat and Tucker Mouse are used to the city life. Now in the country, they need to find a place to stay and good things to eat. And most of all they must think of a plan to help their friends.

Harry Cat and Tucker Mouse set off for the Old Meadow where Chester Cricket lives to save it from destruction by bulldozers. Accustomed to the city, they have a hard time finding places to stay and good things to eat; still they try to find a special plan to save the meadow.

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Editorial Reviews

From the Publisher
“A delightful, breezy story with lively humorous drawings . . . A warm, witty, whimsical text.”—School Library Journal, Starred Review

 

“An enchanting book . . . funny, tender, exciting.”—The Washington Post

 

“Thrilling and funny . . . an outstanding book of the year.”—The New York Times

 

“There’s enough gusto—especially in Tucker’s reactions to rural life and to Harry’s defection—to make this a not unworthy successor to Cricket if not its equal.”—Kirkus Reviews

 

“It isn’t often that a reviewer can write that a sequel to a delicious book is every bit as delicious as the book it follows. . . . Tucker’s Countryside is a perfect match in text and illustration to . . . The Cricket in Times Square.”—Publishers Weekly

 

“A charming . . . fantasy. Beautifully illustrated.”—The Horn Book

 

A School Library Journal Best Book of the Year

A New York Times Outstanding Book of the Year

The Washington Post

An enchanting book . . . funny, tender, exciting.
The New York Times

Thrilling and funny . . . an outstanding book of the year.
The Horn Book

A charming . . . fantasy. Beautifully illustrated.
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781250002563
  • Publisher: Square Fish
  • Publication date: 5/22/2012
  • Series: Chester Cricket and His Friends Series
  • Edition description: STRIPPABLE
  • Pages: 192
  • Sales rank: 133,739
  • Age range: 8 - 12 Years
  • Product dimensions: 5.30 (w) x 7.48 (h) x 0.54 (d)

Meet the Author

George Selden (1929-1989) wrote not only the adventures of Chester, Harry, Tucker, and their friends but also The Genie of Sutton Place, which was one of School Library Journal's Best Books of the Year.

Garth Williams (1912-1996) illustrated all of George Selden's Chester Cricket books. His other distinguished work includes Charlotte's Web, Stuart Little, and the Little House books.

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Tucker's Countryside


By George Selden, Garth Williams

Macmillan

Copyright © 1969 George Selden
All rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-1-4668-6357-6



CHAPTER 1

John Robin


Tucker Mouse was definitely suffering from a touch of spring fever.

It happened every year toward the end of May. The course of the sun swung over just far enough, and a single bright ray was able to dart down through a grating in the sidewalk of Times Square, make its way through a maze of pipes and pillars in the subway station, and land, with a golden splash, right in front of the drain pipe where Tucker lived. Of course, in a week or so the sun would move on, and that ray would have to waste itself up in the streets of New York. But for these few days Tucker Mouse had sunshine on his doorstep—which is something very hard to have, if you live in the subway station at Times Square!

And he had something even more wonderful, too. Warmed by the sun, a few blades of grass were sprouting out of a pile of dirt right next to the drain pipe. Tucker didn't have any idea how the seeds could have gotten down there in the first place. But there they were—three lovely green blades, poking up through all the soot and dust. Tucker called them his "garden" and watered them twice a day with whatever he could collect in a paper cup from a leaky pipe in the subway walls. They wouldn't last long either. Even before the sun had moved on, he knew that the grass would be trampled down by all the commuters who streamed through the subway station every morning and evening. It made him sort of sad, to think that his grass would soon be gone.

But today, at least, he had his garden and a puddle of sunlight to sit in as well. And the air was sweet and soft and clean, the way the air gets in the springtime—even in the Times Square subway station—and Tucker Mouse really did have a very bad case of spring fever. It was getting worse by the minute. He had decided to go back inside the drain pipe and take a nap before he fell asleep right there, out in the open, and got himself stepped on, when something caught his eye.

It was a flutter of little wings behind the Bellinis' newsstand. Tucker peered more closely. Then he called back into the drain pipe, "Harry, there's a bird in the subway station."

A few feet within the wall the pipe opened out into a larger space, where Tucker kept all the things he'd collected. Harry Cat was lying back there, stretched out on a pile of crumpled newspapers, half asleep and half awake to the lovely afternoon. "Is it a pigeon?" he asked. Sometimes a pigeon would fly into the station and flutter around for days before it found its way out again.

"No," said Tucker. "It's a little bird."

Harry padded softly to the opening of the drain pipe and stuck his head out where Tucker was sitting. "Where?"

"Over there," said Tucker. "He's sitting on top of the Bellinis' newsstand."

Harry Cat studied the bird a minute. "It's a robin," he said. "See the red on his chest? Now what would a robin be doing down here?"

"Maybe he's going to take the shuttle over to Grand Central Station," said Tucker.

"Don't be silly!" said Harry Cat. "He'd fly."

Just then the robin flickered up from the back of the newsstand and began to fly around the station. He perched for a second on the roof of one of the shuttle cars—then swooped over toward the Nedick's lunch counter.

"I think he's looking for something," said Harry.

And indeed the robin was looking for something. He whished past the lunch counter and gave Mickey, the counterman, such a start that he let a chocolate soda overflow. Then the little bird darted over toward the Loft's Candy Store, brushed past its glass windows, circled back over the opening to the drain pipe, and suddenly—much to Tucker's and Harry's surprise—dropped down and landed right in front of them.

"Whee-ooo!" said the robin. "Thought I'd never find you." He hopped up close to the opening and then hopped back again. "You are Tucker Mouse, aren't you?"

"Yes," said Tucker. "Who are you?"

"John Robin," said the little bird. He took a few more hops, back and forth. "And this would be—um—"

"Harry Cat," said Harry.

"Yes, well, I—uh—" John Robin couldn't seem to stand still. He would hop up, almost inside the drain pipe, and then quickly jump away again.

"What are you bouncing around like that for?" said Tucker Mouse.

"Well, it's just that I—uh—I mean, he really is a—a sort of a cat, you know. And up in Connecticut, where I come from, birds and cats don't—it's awfully old-fashioned, I guess—but they just don't get along to well."

"Harry, he's scared of you," said Tucker. "Do something nice to show him it's all right."

Harry Cat grinned and said, "What shall I do? Purr a little? MMMMMMMM!" He gave out a long, contented cat's purr.

"Just don't eat me!" said John Robin. "That'll be nice enough. Chester said he was sure you wouldn't, but—"

"Chester Cricket?" burst out Tucker. "Do you know Chester?"

"Course I know him," said the robin. "Known him for years. Dorothy and I—she's my wife—we nest in the willow tree next to his stump."

"How is he?" said Harry, purring in earnest now because he was so happy to hear some news of his old friend.

"Oh, he's fine," said John Robin. "Chipper as ever."

"Does he still play as beautifully as he used to?" asked Tucker.

"Even more so."

"What a musician!" Tucker shook his head in wonderment. "Did he tell you about what happened to him down here in New York?"

"Oh yes," said John Robin. "When he got back last September, he told us all about it. Very nice, I'm sure. But you know, we've got a lot of good musicians up in the Meadow." The little bird cocked his head rather proudly to one side. "Far as that goes, I'm not a half-bad singer myself! But there's no time to talk about that now. I'm here on serious business."

"Come in the house," said Tucker. "It's almost time for the commuters, and I wouldn't want any friend of Chester's to get trampled on."

The cat and the mouse turned and went into the drain pipe, and John Robin, after one dubious look at the dark opening, hopped in after them. They all went up to the pocket inside and made themselves comfortable on the newspapers.

"Now what's the serious business?" said Harry Cat.

"We've got big worries up in the Old Meadow," said John Robin. "Chester and Simon Turtle are just worried to death. They're sort of the heads of the Meadow—Simon because he's the oldest person there, and Chester, well, just because he's Chester—and they're almost frantic. We all are!"

"What's the problem?" asked Tucker.

"I'd rather wait and let Chester explain it to you himself," said the robin. "The point is, I was sent down to New York to ask you—in fact to beg you and Mister Cat here—"

"Call me Harry," said Harry.

"—to beg you and Harry to come up to Connecticut right away! Chester said that you used to be his manager and that you were very good at solving problems." The robin shook his head hopelessly. "And I'm here to tell you, we've sure got a problem up in the Old Meadow!"

Tucker looked at Harry and then looked back at John Robin. "Well, I don't know," he began. "Harry and I have talked about going to see Chester some time, but Connecticut's an awful long way away, and—"

"Oh, please!" interrupted the robin. "Connecticut's not so far. And if a little cricket like Chester could take the train up there, two big fellows like you certainly can too! We need you terribly! Honest! If you don't come, I don't know what we're going to do!" John Robin was so upset and anxious that he hopped around frantically and got his claws all tangled up in torn newspapers. But he quieted down after a while and just stood staring at the floor of the drain pipe.

For a minute or so everyone was silent. Nobody looked at anybody. Then Harry Cat said quietly, "We'll go."

Tucker Mouse shrugged. "So—we'll go."

"Thank goodness!" The robin was so relieved that he burst out in a little, spontaneous song.

"When shall we leave?" said Harry.

"Could you come tonight?" John began bobbing up and down impatiently. "We could take the Late Local Express, the way Chester did."

"Tonight?" Tucker Mouse jumped up on his feet. "But I have to pack!"

"What do you have to pack?" said Harry Cat quizzically.

"Why, why—everything!" announced the mouse.

"Everything?" Harry looked around the drain pipe skeptically. Tucker's possessions were piled all over—in corners, on top of newspapers, under newspapers, everywhere.

"Of course!" said Tucker. He dashed over to one corner, picked up the heel of a lady's high-heel shoe, and cradled it gently in his arms. "You don't think I'd leave this beautiful heel here, do you?" He dropped the heel and dashed over to another corner. Shreds of newspaper flew up in a gale as he rummaged amid the mess. Then he held up two tiny white pearls. "And my pearls! Surely, Harry, you remember who it was who dashed out last January, when that lady's strand snapped, and salvaged these beautiful pearls!"

"It slips my mind," said Harry innocently.

"It was me!" said Tucker. "And right during rush hour too!"

"Well, they're only fake pearls," said Harry.

"Fake or not, they're mine!" shouted the mouse. "You know, Harry, you and me aren't the only people living in this subway station. There's a pack of dishonest rats living in the drain pipes on the other side, and they would love the chance to swipe a few of my things!" Another thought struck him; he dropped the pearls and clutched at his heart. "Oh, my buttons! My beautiful collection of buttons!"

"Now quiet down," said Harry Cat. As Tucker was dashing off to find his buttons, the big cat lifted his right front paw and brought it down on the mouse's back, squashing him—very gently—to the floor. That was how he helped his friend relax when Tucker got too excited.

"Harry, if you wouldn't mind—the paw, please, Harry—if you wouldn't mind."

"Will you be reasonable?" said Harry.

"I'm always reasonable," said Tucker Mouse.

Harry lifted his paw, and Tucker stood up. "And besides my heel, my pearls, my buttons, and all the keys, hairpins, and everything else I've managed to scrounge up through the years, what about this?" Very grandly Tucker marched across the drain pipe and pulled aside a sheet of paper propped against the wall. There, neatly piled up, were two dollars and eighty-six cents, in pennies, nickels, dimes, and quarters, with one big half dollar on the bottom. "My life savings!" proclaimed Tucker Mouse. "And wouldn't those rats love to get their claws on this! Believe me, Harry, they wouldn't spend it on charity!"

"I'll take care of everything—once and for all!" said Harry Cat. Usually Harry moved in a slow, stealthy way, but sometimes he moved like lightning—as he did now. Before either Tucker or John Robin knew what was happening, the big cat began to sweep all Tucker's valuables into a heap.

Tucker was frantic when he saw what was happening. "Harry, stop! What are you doing? Oh—my buttons! Don't scratch the pearls! My life savings—!"

In a cascade of silver Harry pushed over the column of small change and added it to the mound of Tucker's possessions. Then, with one paw, he pulled away a little section of the drain-pipe wall and revealed a dark hole. As Tucker danced around madly, shouting, "It won't be safe! It won't be safe!" Harry scooped all the things inside the tiny cave and replaced the section of wall. "There!" Harry said, when the work was finished. "And it will be safe!" He rubbed his fur back and forth against the spot where Tucker's treasure had disappeared. "I'll leave a lot of cat smell here. Any rat who noses around will get the daylights scared out of him!"

"Ruined!" Tucker Mouse wrung his two front paws. "I'm ruined. The fruits of all these years of scrounging—gone!"

"And they'll still be here when we get back," said Harry Cat. "Now how about something to eat? John must be hungry if he flew all the way down from Connecticut—aren't you, John?"

"I don't want to be any trouble," said the robin, who secretly was famished but didn't think he'd find anything he liked to eat in New York.

The thought of food made Tucker perk up a little. "What's your preference?" he asked the little bird.

"Oh—worms, mostly," said John.

"Worms I don't have," said Tucker. "And don't want."

"I also like seeds," said John Robin.

"Seeds. Hmmm." Tucker Mouse wiggled his whiskers—which helped him think. He went over to the part of the drain pipe he called "the pantry," where he kept all the bits of sandwiches and candy bars and other things he picked up around the lunch counters in the station. A minute's fumbling and he had found what he was looking for—a big crust, which he brought over and set down in front of the robin. "It's from a seeded roll," he said. "You could peck out the seeds."

John took a peck at the crust. "Delicious! Never tasted anything like it!"

"A mere poppyseed roll," said Tucker with a wave of his paw. "New York is full of such wonders."

"And after we eat I want to hear you sing some more," said Harry.

"Be glad to," said John Robin with a mouthful of poppy seeds.

About half an hour later a man named Anderson was passing through the subway station on his way home to New Rochelle. He heard something and stopped to listen. The sound stopped too. But then, in a moment, it started again. Mr. Anderson shook his head. He knew it was impossible, but it actually sounded like a little songbird—singing to his heart's delight inside that drain-pipe opening.

CHAPTER 2

Connecticut


Late that night the cat, the mouse, and the robin were almost ready to leave for Connecticut. John Robin was hopping back and forth impatiently. "Don't you think we ought to get going?" he said. "We don't want to miss the train."

"Tucker, what are you doing?" called Harry Cat.

Tucker Mouse was over in his pantry, making a great stir about something. He came back to the others carrying a big package neatly wrapped in wax paper retrieved from the Nedick's lunch counter and tied with string from the Loft's Candy Store. "This is one thing I am taking," he said.

"What is it?" said Harry.

"Never mind." Tucker held the bundle out of the cat's reach. "It's something for Chester."

"Gee, let's go!" In his impatience John Robin hopped up so high that he hit his head on the drainpipe ceiling.

"All right, all right," said Tucker. "Take it easy. I don't want you braining yourself in my living room." He sighed and took a last look around the drain pipe. "My nice home—I wonder if I'll ever see it again."

"Of course you will," said Harry Cat. "Now come on."

They began the climb up through the labyrinth of pipes to the street. Harry went first, Tucker last, and John Robin stayed in the middle so he wouldn't get lost down any of the dozens of openings they passed. In a few minutes they were on the sidewalk. Times Square stretched up above and all around them. Most of the moviegoers and crowds from the theaters had gone home, but the huge neon signs were still spilling their torrents of color over the Square.

"Goodbye, Times Square," said Tucker Mouse. "The soul who loves you most is going away."

"For goodness' sakes!" said Harry Cat. "You sound like the last act of an Italian opera!" Harry liked opera very much and had sneaked into the Metropolitan Opera House many times.

The three of them went down Forty-second Street toward Grand Central Station. John Robin flew on ahead—it was easier for him than hopping—and then waited on the curb until the cat and the mouse came creeping along under the cars that lined the street.

They reached Bryant Park, the neat little patch of grass and trees behind the Public Library on the corner of Fifth Avenue. "That's the only countryside I've ever seen," said Tucker to the robin.

John flew up, circled once over the park, and came back. "Why, that's nothing!" he said. "Most of the houses near the Meadow have lawns that are bigger than that!"

They continued on. While Harry and Tucker were padding silently under a big Cadillac, the mouse suddenly said, "Harry, if even the houses have lawns that are bigger than Bryant Park, there must be a lot of open space in Connecticut."

"I guess so," said Harry Cat.

"Do they have wild animals in Connecticut, Harry?"

"Most likely."

"What kind of wild animals?"

"Oh—lions, tigers. Elephants, maybe."

"Harry, if you wouldn't mind—be serious, please!"

"Don't worry, Mousiekins," said Harry. "I'll protect you!" He sometimes called Tucker "Mousiekins" when he wanted to tease him.

But Tucker was not amused. He trudged along behind, muttering, "Bears. I'll bet they have bears anyway."

And at last they reached Grand Central Station. Down they went, through the same series of pipes and deserted corridors and drafty back rooms that Tucker and Harry had passed last September. But then Chester Cricket had been clinging tightly to the fur on Harry's back. The Late Local Express was still leaving from track 18. This time of night there were very few passengers, so the animals had no trouble slipping into a shady corner in one of the compartments between the cars. And they didn't have long to wait either. In a few minutes there was a lurch and a screech of iron wheels, and the train began to move.


(Continues...)

Excerpted from Tucker's Countryside by George Selden, Garth Williams. Copyright © 1969 George Selden. Excerpted by permission of Macmillan.
All rights reserved. No part of this excerpt may be reproduced or reprinted without permission in writing from the publisher.
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Table of Contents

Contents

Title Page,
Copyright Notice,
Dedication,
1. John Robin,
2. Connecticut,
3. The Old Meadow,
4. Ellen,
5. Harry the House Cat,
6. Flood,
7. Indoors,
8. Bertha,
9. The Picket Line,
10. Henry's House,
11. How to Build a Discovery,
12. Hedley Day,
13. Another Goodbye,
Teaser,
1. Tucker,
2. Mario,
Copyright,

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  • Posted May 19, 2010

    good sequel to "The Cricket in Times Square"

    The author's full name is George Selden Thompson. His Newbery Honor winning book The Cricket in Times Square was on our younger son Jeremy's reading list for seventh grade. Jeremy loved it so much that he wanted all the other books in the "Chester Cricket and Friends" series. We just happened to have Chester Cricket's Pigeon Ride, but all the others are out of print so I had to order them used from Amazon.
    Tucker's Countryside is the first sequel. After Chester returns to Connecticut from New York City, he learns that the Old Meadow where he lives near Hedley, CT, is going to be turned into an apartment complex, so he sends for Tucker Mouse and Harry Cat, his friends from New York, to come and help him stop the development. Some neighborhood children, led by Ellen Hadley, are also working to save the meadow. Besides the fact that it is a fun book to read, there is one thing that I especially liked about the book, and one thing that I especially did not like.
    First, I liked the fact that by it young people are encouraged to be interested in preserving natural habitats for animals without getting into the environmental extremism that is characteristic of similar children's literature of today. What I did not like was the "benign deception" involved where people were led to think that the meadow was the site of the homestead of Joseph Hedley, original founder of Hedley, CT, rather than what it really was, the farm of Joseph Henry, and the stealing of the Hadley's old wooden yard sign which was changed to read "Hedley." Parents may want to discuss with their children how that the end, however desirable, does not necessarily justify the means. This was a bit disappointing, but aside from this, the vast majority of the book is quite enjoyable.

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    Posted February 1, 2015

    Charecter application

    Littlefox yellow tabby female she is a warrior.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 1, 2015

    Owlfeather's Curse ~ Chapter 1

    Owlkit sat boredly in the nursery, waiting for her apprintence ceremony. It was taking forever. Rainstar was on a patrol with Icecloud, Dawnfeather and Snowwhisper. Owlkit sighed. She glanced around camp hoping to see somecat who was friendly. But who came walking up the path? Shadowkit. Owlkit groaned and backed away. Sure enough, he came in, grinning. "Hello Zombie Kit." Ever since an accident Shadowkit reminded her of her so called "death", which she couldn't remember, and teased her about it. "What are you eating slime monster? Brains?" He laughed. "Ewww!" <p> Owlkit groaned. "Leave me alone Shadowkit." Shadowkit shrugged. "It will be Shadowpaw soon. Ok Miss Bossy." And he padded out. Owlkit sighed. *Where was Rainstar? And why was Shadowkit especialley so annoying today?* <p> Her mother padded in. "Rainstar is back! Prepare yourself. Your apprintence ceremony is starting!" Owlkit felt excitement rush through her. She bounded foward. Too soon, she was walking out of the nursery toward High Boulder. The ceremony was going to be exhilarating. She was going to be an apprintence! <p> (Hope you enjoyed! Applications are exceptable. Rate and review! Sorry it was short! Bye!) ~ TMS

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  • Posted August 9, 2013

    A continuation of ¿The Cricket of Times Square,¿ ¿Tucker¿s Count

    A continuation of “The Cricket of Times Square,” “Tucker’s Countryside” by George Selden tells the story of what happens after Chester Cricket has returned to his home in Hedley, Connecticut. Trouble has come to his home in the Old Meadow as plans to build an apartment complex threaten the area, so he sends John Robin to New York City to bring Tucker Mouse and Harry the Cat back to help. The amusing adventures of the two city dwellers as they encounter the countryside for the first time are set against a somber background. Summer is in full swing, but by autumn the Old Meadow may no longer exist if the developers get their way. Twelve-year-old Ellen Hadley is one of the Meadow’s most dedicated advocates, but she is going to need secret help from the animals to save her favorite place. It is a race against the wheels of progress to develop a plan, with the woodland inhabitants’ home at stake.

    With charming black-and-white illustrations by well-known illustrator Garth Williams, “Tucker’s Countryside” is a delightful children’s chapter book that explores themes such as friendship and overcoming obstacles. It has an inspiring message of cooperation and working together to accomplish a common goal, and readers young and old will appreciate the humor and camaraderie of these beloved woodland creatures. This story can be read in conjunction with “The Cricket of Times Square,” an excerpt of which can be found at the end of the book, or it can stand alone.

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