Publisher's Synopsis
"You stupid creature!" cackled the Brown Hen, as she scrambled out of the driveway. "Don't you know any better than to come blundering along when a body is in the middle of a fine dust bath? How would you like to have me come trotting down the road, just as you were nicely sprawled out in it with your feathers full of dust? I think you would squawk too!" The Brown Hen drew her right foot up under her ruffled plumage and turned her head to one side, looking severely at Bobs and Snip as they backed the lumber wagon up to the side porch. "I say," she repeated, "that you would squawk too!" The Brown Hen's friends had been forced to run away when she did, but they had already found another warm place in the dust and were rolling and fluttering happily there. "Come over here," they called to her. "This is just as good a place as the other. Come over and wallow here."
