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Are You My Mother?

P. D. Eastman

  To My Mother

  This title was originally cataloged by the Library of Congress as follows:

  Eastman, Philip D. Are you my mother?

  Written and illustrated by P.D. Eastman.

  [New York] Beginner Books; distributed by Random House [1960]

  63 p. illus. 24 cm. (Beginner books B-18)

  I. Title. PZ10.3.E1095Ar 60-13495

  eISBN: 978-0-375-98443-3

  Copyright © 1960 by P.D. Eastman.

  Copyright renewed 1988 by Mary L. Eastman.

  All rights reserved under International and Pan-American Copyright Conventions.

  Published in the United States by Random House, Inc.,

  and simultaneously in Canada by Random House of Canada Limited, Toronto.




  Title Page


  First Page

  A mother bird sat on

  her egg.

  The egg jumped.

  “Oh oh!” said the

  mother bird. “My baby

  will be here! He will

  want to eat.”

  “I must get something

  for my baby bird to

  eat!” she said. “I will be


  So away she went.

  The egg jumped. It

  jumped, and jumped, and


  Out came the baby


  “Where is my mother?”

  he said.

  He looked for her.

  He looked up. He did

  not see her.

  He looked down. He did

  not see her.

  “I will go and look for

  her,” he said.

  So away he went.

  Down, out of the tree

  he went.

  Down, down, down! It

  was a long way down.

  The baby bird could

  not fly.

  He could not fly, but

  he could walk. “Now I

  will go and find my

  mother,” he said.

  He did not know what

  his mother looked like. He

  went right by her. He did

  not see her.

  He came to a kitten.

  “Are you my mother?”

  he said to the kitten.

  The kitten just looked

  and looked. It did not

  say a thing.

  The kitten was not his

  mother, so he went on.

  Then he came to a


  “Are you my mother?”

  he said to the hen.

  “No,” said the hen.

  The kitten was not

  his mother.

  The hen was not

  his mother.

  So the baby bird went on.

  “I have to find my

  mother!” he said. “But

  where? Where is she?

  Where could she be?”

  Then he came to a


  “Are you my mother?”

  he said to the dog.

  “I am not your mother.

  I am a dog,” said the dog.

  The kitten was not

  his mother.

  The hen was not

  his mother.

  The dog was not

  his mother.

  So the baby bird went

  on. Now he came to a


  “Are you my mother?”

  he said to the cow.

  “How could I be your

  mother?” said the cow. “I

  am a cow.”

  The kitten and the hen

  were not his mother.

  The dog and the cow

  were not his mother.

  Did he have a mother?

  “I did have a mother,”

  said the baby bird. “I

  know I did. I have to

  find her. I will. I WILL!”

  Now the baby bird

  did not walk. He ran!

  Then he saw a car.

  Could that old thing be

  his mother? No, it could not.

  The baby bird did not

  stop. He ran on and on.

  Now he looked way,

  way down.

  He saw a

  boat. “There she is!” said

  the baby bird.

  He called to the boat,

  but the boat did not


  The boat went on.

  He looked way, way up.

  He saw a big plane.

  “Here I am, Mother,”

  he called out.

  But the plane did not stop.

  The plane went on.

  Just then, the baby bird

  saw a big thing. This

  must be his mother!

  “There she is!” he said.

  “There is my mother!”

  He ran right up to it.

  “Mother, Mother! Here

  I am, Mother!” he said

  to the big thing.

  But the big thing just

  said, “Snort.”

  “Oh, you are not my

  mother,” said the baby

  bird. “You are a Snort.

  I have to get out of


  But the baby bird could

  not get away. The Snort

  went up.

  It went way, way up.

  And up, up, up went

  the baby bird.

  But now, where was

  the Snort going?

  “Oh, oh, oh! What is

  this Snort going to do to

  me? Get me out of here!”

  Just then, the Snort

  came to a stop.

  “Where am I?” said the

  baby bird. “I want to go

  home! I want my


  Then something


  The Snort put that

  baby bird right back in

  the tree. The

  baby bird was home!

  Just then the mother

  bird came back to the

  tree. “Do you know who

  I am?” she said to her


  “Yes, I know who you

  are,” said the baby bird.

  “You are not a kitten.

  “You are not a hen.

  “You are not a dog.

  “You are not a cow.

  “You are not a boat,

  or a plane, or a Snort!”

  “You are a bird, and

  you are my mother.”



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