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.

v3.1

Contents

Cover

Title Page

Copyright

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

back!”

So away she went.

The egg jumped. It

jumped, and jumped, and

jumped!

Out came the baby

bird!

“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

hen.

“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

dog.

“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

cow.

“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

stop.

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

here!”

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

mother!”

Then something

happened.

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

baby.

“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.”