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

Geisel, Theodor Seuss,   1904   Yertle the turtle, and other stories, by Dr. Seuss [pseud.]

New York, Random House   [1958]   unpaged.   illus.   29cm.

I. Title.   PZ8.3G276Ye   58-9011

ISBN: 978-0-394-80087-5 (trade) ; 978-0-394-90087-2 (lib. bdg.)

eBook ISBN: 978-0-385-37363-0

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This Book is for

The Bartletts of Norwich, Vt.

and for

The Sagmasters of Cincinnati, Ohio

On the far-away Island of Sala-ma-Sond,

Yertle the Turtle was king of the pond.

A nice little pond. It was clean. It was neat.

The water was warm. There was plenty to eat.

The turtles had everything turtles might need.

And they were all happy. Quite happy indeed.

They were . . . until Yertle, the king of them all,

Decided the kingdom he ruled was too small.

“I’m ruler,” said Yertle, “of all that I see.

But I don’t see enough. That’s the trouble with me.

With this stone for a throne, I look down on my pond

But I cannot look down on the places beyond.

This throne that I sit on is too, too low down.

It ought to be higher!” he said with a frown.

“If I could sit high, how much greater I’d be!

What a king! I’d be ruler of all I could see!”

So Yertle, the Turtle King, lifted his hand

And Yertle, the Turtle King, gave a command.

He ordered nine turtles to swim to his stone

And, using these turtles, he built a new throne.

He made each turtle stand on another one’s back

And he piled them all up in a nine-turtle stack.

And then Yertle climbed up. He sat down on the pile.

What a wonderful view! He could see ’most a mile!

“All mine!” Yertle cried. “Oh, the things I now rule!

I’m king of a cow! And I’m king of a mule!

I’m king of a house! And, what’s more, beyond that,

I’m king of a blueberry bush and a cat!

I’m Yertle the Turtle! Oh, marvelous me!

For I am the ruler of all that I see!”

And all through that morning, he sat there up high

Saying over and over, “A great king am I!”

Until ’long about noon. Then he heard a faint sigh.

“What’s that?” snapped the king

And he looked down the stack.

And he saw, at the bottom, a turtle named Mack.

Just a part of his throne. And this plain little turtle

Looked up and he said, “Beg your pardon, King Yertle.

I’ve pains in my back and my shoulders and knees.

How long must we stand here, Your Majesty, please?”

“SILENCE!” the King of the Turtles barked back.

“I’m king, and you’re only a turtle named Mack.”

“You stay in your place while I sit here and rule.

I’m king of a cow! And I’m king of a mule!

I’m king of a house! And a bush! And a cat!

But that isn’t all. I’ll do better than that!

My throne shall be higher!” his royal voice thundered,

“So pile up more turtles! I want ’bout two hundred!”

“Turtles! More turtles!” he bellowed and brayed.

And the turtles ’way down in the pond were afraid.

They trembled. They shook. But they came. They obeyed.

From all over the pond, they came swimming by dozens.

Whole families of turtles, with uncles and cousins.

And all of them stepped on the head of poor Mack.

One after another, they climbed up the stack.

THEN Yertle the Turtle was perched up so high,

He could see forty miles from his throne in the sky!

“Hooray!” shouted Yertle. “I’m king of the trees!

I’m king of the birds! And I’m king of the bees!

I’m king of the butterflies! King of the air!

Ah, me! What a throne! What a wonderful chair!

I’m Yertle the Turtle! Oh, marvelous me!

For I am the ruler of all that I see!”

Then again, from below, in the great heavy stack,

Came a groan from that plain little turtle named Mack.

“Your Majesty, please . . . I don’t like to complain,

But down here below, we are feeling great pain.

I know, up on top you are seeing great sights,

But down at the bottom we, too, should have rights.

We turtles can’t stand it. Our shells will all crack!

Besides, we need food. We are starving!” groaned Mack.

“You hush up your mouth!” howled the mighty King Yertle.

“You’ve no right to talk to the world’s highest turtle.

I rule from the clouds! Over land! Over sea!

There’s nothing, no, NOTHING, that’s higher than me!”

But, while he was shouting, he saw with surprise

That the moon of the evening was starting to rise

Up over his head in the darkening skies.

“What’s THAT?” snorted Yertle. “Say, what IS that thing

That dares to be higher than Yertle the King?

I shall not allow it! I’ll go higher still!

I’ll build my throne higher! I can and I will!

I’ll call some more turtles. I’ll stack ’em to heaven!

I need ’bout five thousand, six hundred and seven!”

But, as Yertle, the Turtle King, lifted his hand

And started to order and give the command,

That plain little turtle below in the stack,

That plain little turtle whose name was just Mack,

Decided he’d taken enough. And he had.

And that plain little lad got a little bit mad

And that plain little Mack did a plain little thing.

He burped!

And his burp shook the throne of the king!

And Yertle the Turtle, the king of the trees,

The king of the air and the birds and the bees,

The king of a house and a cow and a mule . . .

Well, that was the end of the Turtle King’s rule!

For Yertle, the King of all Sala-ma-Sond,

Fell off his high throne and fell Plunk! in the pond!

And today the great Yertle, that Marvelous he,

Is King of the Mud. That is all he can see.

And the turtles, of course . . . all the turtles are free

As turtles and, maybe, all creatures should be.

There once was a girl-bird named Gertrude McFuzz

And she had the smallest plain tail ever was.

One droopy-droop feather. That’s all that she had.

And, oh! That one feather made Gertrude so sad.

For there was another young bird that she knew,

A fancy young birdie named Lolla-Lee-Lou,

And instead of one feather behind, she had two!

Poor Gertrude! Whenever she happened to spy

Miss Lolla-Lee-Lou flying by in the sky,

She got very jealous. She frowned. And she pouted.

Then, one day she got awfully mad and she shouted:

“This just isn’t fair! I have one! She has two!

I MUST have a tail just like Lolla-Lee-Lou!”

So she flew to her uncle, a doctor named Dake

Whose office was high in a tree by the lake

And she cried, “Uncle Doctor! Oh, please do you know

Of some kind of a pill that will make my tail grow?”

“Tut tut!” said the doctor. “Such talk! How absurd!

Your tail is just right for your kind of a bird.”

Then Gertrude had tantrums. She raised such a din

That finally her uncle, the doctor, gave in

And he told her just where she could find such a pill

On a pill-berry vine on the top of the hill.

“Oh, thank you!” chirped Gertrude McFuzz, and she flew

Right straight to the hill where the pill-berry grew.

Yes! There was the vine! And as soon as she saw it

She plucked off a berry. She started to gnaw it.

It tasted just awful. Almost made her sick.

But she wanted that tail, so she swallowed it quick.

Then she felt something happen! She felt a small twitch

As if she’d been tapped, down behind, by a switch.

And Gertrude looked ’round. And she cheered! It was true!

Two feathers! Exactly like Lolla-Lee-Lou!

Then she got an idea! “Now I know what I’ll do . . .

I’ll grow a tail better than Lolla-Lee-Lou!”

“These pills that grow feathers are working just fine!”

So she nibbled another one off of the vine!

She felt a new twitch. And then Gertrude yelled, “WHEE!

Miss Lolla has only just two! I have three!

When Lolla-Lee-Lou sees this beautiful stuff,

She’ll fall right down flat on her face, sure enough!

I’ll show HER who’s pretty! I certainly will!

Why, I’ll make my tail even prettier still!”

She snatched at those berries that grew on that vine.

She gobbled down four, five, six, seven, eight, nine!

And she didn’t stop eating, young Gertrude McFuzz,

Till she’d eaten three dozen! That’s all that there was.

Then the feathers popped out! With a zang! With a zing!

They blossomed like flowers that bloom in the spring.

All fit for a queen! What a sight to behold!

They sparkled like diamonds and gumdrops and gold!

Like silk! Like spaghetti! Like satin! Like lace!

They burst out like rockets all over the place!

They waved in the air and they swished in the breeze!

And some were as long as the branches of trees.

And still they kept growing! They popped and they popped

Until, ’long about sundown when, finally, they stopped.

“And NOW,” giggled Gertrude, “The next thing to do

Is to fly right straight home and show Lolla-Lee-Lou!

And when Lolla sees these, why her face will get red

And she’ll let out a scream and she’ll fall right down dead!”

Then she spread out her wings to take off from the ground,

But, with all of those feathers, she weighed ninety pound!

She yanked and she pulled and she let out a squawk,

But that bird couldn’t fly! Couldn’t run! Couldn’t walk!

And all through that night, she was stuck on that hill,

And Gertrude McFuzz might be stuck up there still

If her good Uncle Dake hadn’t heard the girl yelp.

He rushed to her rescue and brought along help.

To lift Gertrude up almost broke all their beaks

And to fly her back home, it took almost two weeks.

And then it took almost another week more

To pull out those feathers. My! Gertrude was sore!

And, finally, when all of the pulling was done,

Gertrude, behind her, again had just one . . .

That one little feather she had as a starter.

But now that’s enough, because now she is smarter.

The rabbit felt mighty important that day

On top of the hill in the sun where he lay.

He felt SO important up there on that hill

That he started in bragging, as animals will

And he boasted out loud, as he threw out his chest,

“Of all of the beasts in the world, I’m the best!

On land, and on sea . . . even up in the sky

No animal lives who is better than I!”

“What’s that?” growled a voice that was terribly gruff.

“Now why do you say such ridiculous stuff?”

The rabbit looked down and he saw a big bear.

“I’m the best of the beasts,” said the bear. “And so there!”

“You’re not!” snapped the rabbit. “I’m better than you!”

“Pooh!” the bear snorted. “Again I say Pooh!

You talk mighty big, Mr. Rabbit. That’s true.

But how can you prove it? Just what can you DO?”

“Hmmmm . . .” thought the rabbit,

“Now what CAN I do . . . ?”

He thought and he thought. Then he finally said,

“Mr. Bear, do you see these two ears on my head?

My ears are so keen and so sharp and so fine

No ears in the world can hear further than mine!”

“Humpf!” the bear grunted. He looked at each ear.

“You say they are good,” said the bear with a sneer,

“But how do I know just how far they can hear?”

“I’ll prove,” said the rabbit, “my ears are the best.

You sit there and watch me. I’ll prove it by test.”

Then he stiffened his ears till they both stood up high

And pointed straight up at the blue of the sky.

He stretched his ears open as wide as he could.

“Shhh! I am listening!” he said as he stood.

He listened so hard that he started to sweat

And the fur on his ears and his forehead got wet.

For seven long minutes he stood. Then he stirred

And he said to the bear, “Do you know what I heard?

Do you see that far mountain . . . ? It’s ninety miles off.

There’s a fly on that mountain. I just heard him cough!

Now the cough of a fly, sir, is quite hard to hear

When he’s ninety miles off. But I heard it quite clear.

So you see,” bragged the rabbit, “it’s perfectly true

That my ears are the best, so I’m better than you!”

The bear, for a moment, just sulked as he sat

For he knew that his ears couldn’t hear things like that.

“This rabbit,” he thought, “made a fool out of me.

Now I’ve got to prove that I’m better than he.”

So he said to the rabbit, “You hear pretty well.

You can hear ninety miles. But how far can you smell?

I’m the greatest of smellers,” he bragged. “See my nose?

This nose on my face is the finest that grows.

My nose can smell anything, both far and near.

With my nose I can smell twice as far as you hear!”

“You can’t!” snapped the rabbit.

“I can!” growled the bear

And he stuck his big nose ’way up high in the air.

He wiggled that nose and he sniffed and he snuffed.

He waggled that nose and he whiffed and he whuffed.

For more than ten minutes he snaff and he snuff.

Then he said to the rabbit, “I’ve smelled far enough.”

“All right,” said the rabbit. “Come on now and tell

Exactly how far is the smell that you smell?”

“Oh, I’m smelling a very far smell,” said the bear.

“Away past that fly on that mountain out there.

I’m smelling past many great mountains beyond

Six hundred miles more to the edge of a pond.”

“And ’way, ’way out there, by the pond you can’t see,

Is a very small farm. On the farm is a tree.

On the tree is a branch. On the branch is a nest,

A very small nest where two tiny eggs rest.

Two hummingbird eggs! Only half an inch long!

But my nose,” said the bear, “is so wonderfully strong,

My nose is so good that I smelled without fail

That the egg on the left is a little bit stale!

And that is a thing that no rabbit can do.

So you see,” the bear boasted, “I’m better than you!

My smeller’s so keen that it just can’t be beat . . .”

“What’s that?” called a voice

From ’way down by his feet.

The bear and the rabbit looked down at the sound,

And they saw an old worm crawling out of the ground.

“Now, boys,” said the worm, “you’ve been bragging a lot.

You both think you’re great. But I think you are not.

You’re not half as good as a fellow like me.

You hear and you smell. But how far can you SEE?

Now, I’m here to prove to you big boasting guys

That your nose and your ears aren’t as good as my eyes!”

And the little old worm cocked his head to one side

And he opened his eyes and he opened them wide.

And they looked far away with a strange sort of stare.

As if they were burning two holes in the air.

The eyes of that worm almost popped from his head.

He stared half an hour till his eyelids got red.

“That’s enough!” growled the bear.

“Tell the rabbit and me

How far did you look and just what did you see?”

“Well, boys,” the worm answered, “that look that I took

Was a look that looked farther than you’ll ever look!

I looked ’cross the ocean, ’way out to Japan.

For I can see farther than anyone can.

There’s no one on earth who has eyesight that’s finer.

I looked past Japan. Then I looked across China.

I looked across Egypt; then took a quick glance

Across the two countries of Holland and France.

Then I looked across England and, also, Brazil.

But I didn’t stop there. I looked much farther still.

“And I kept right on looking and looking until

I’d looked ’round the world and right back to this hill!

And I saw on this hill, since my eyesight’s so keen,

The two biggest fools that have ever been seen!

And the fools that I saw were none other than you,

Who seem to have nothing else better to do

Than sit here and argue who’s better than who!”

Then the little old worm gave his head a small jerk

And he dived in his hole and went back to his work.

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