“I don’t believe there are any fish here, after all,” he said, after half an hour, during which he caught nothing.
No sooner had he said this, than he caught a little sun fish.
Before the morning was half gone, he had enough fish for dinner.
The Tale of Jimmie Piggy.
By Marjorie Manners
The Platt & Nourse Co.: New York. 1918.
9 thoughts on “Gone Fishing With Jimmie!”
How Cute, do you think that Jimmie would like to take my rosey with him..hehe…well it me laugh as I was writing..have a good one..cute tale and great little picture..love Elephant..
Glad to know you are laughing!
Interesting title and story, but for some reason having grown up on a farm I’ve never seen a pig eat a fish…
But you have seen one go fishing . . . right?
Of course and I even went fishing with one.
Argh! It’s the horrifying pig again! Help
Now, now I already told you Jimmie loves you! You might hurt his feelings with this kind of talk!
There is something decidedly fishy about this tale.
For me there is no room for doubt when it comes to Jimmie Piggy! I like the bait and his hooves – not to mention is is cute without pants!