Then the postmaster, a long tall man, came to the door of the postoffice, a short small door. And the postmaster didn’t stoop low, didn’t bend under, so he bumped his hat and his head on the top of the doorway. And the egg _broke_ and ran down over his face and neck. And long before that happened, Shush Shush was home in her coop, standing in the door saying, “It is a big day for me because I laid one of my big buff banty eggs in the postmaster’s hat.” There Shush Shush stays, living in a coop. Sometimes she marches out of the coop and goes away and lays eggs in pianos, clocks, hats. But she always comes back to the coop. And whenever she goes to the front door and lays an egg in the door-bell, she rings the bell once for one egg, twice for two eggs, and a dozen rings for a dozen eggs. [Illustration] 3. Five Stories About Hatrack the Horse, Six Pigeons, Three Wild Babylonian Baboons, Six Umbrellas, Bozo the Button Buster. _People_: Hatrack the Horse Peter Potato Blossom Wishes Rag Bag Mammy Gimmes Wiffle the Chick Chickamauga Chattanooga Chattahoochee Blue Mist Bubbles Wednesday Evening in the Twilight and the Gloaming Telegrams The Three Wild Babylonian Baboons Three Umbrellas The Night Policeman Six Umbrellas The Big Umbrella Straw Hats Dippy the Wisp Bozo the Button Buster A Mouse Deep Red Roses The Beans Are Burning Sweeter Than the Bees Humming [Illustration] How Rag Bag Mammy Kept Her Secret While the Wind Blew Away the Village of Hat Pins There was a horse-face man in the Village of Cream Puffs. People called him Hatrack the Horse. The skin stretched tight over his bones. Once a little girl said, “His eyes look like lightning bugs lighting up the summer night coming out of two little doors.” When Hatrack the Horse took _off_ his hat he reached his hand around behind and hung the hat _on_ a shoulder bone sticking out. When he wanted to put _on_ his hat he reached his hand around and took it _off_ from where it was hanging on the shoulder bone sticking out behind. One summer Hatrack said to Peter Potato Blossom Wishes, “I am going away up north and west in the Rootabaga Country to see the towns different from each other. Then I will come back east as far as I went west, and south as far as I went north, till I am back again where my little pal, Peter Potato Blossom Wishes, lives in the Village of Cream Puffs.”