What (good) luck! written and illustrated by me. (Early 50s).
What luck. by Jopie Mul, (me) age 10 or 11.
Softly the balmy summer wind rustles through the leaves of the trees of the forest. It is quiet in the big forest.
Suddenly there is a rustling sound. A girl of seven years is walking and singing, while picking berries.
Her basket is already filling up quite well.
“Ho. Ho,” she sighs. “I must rest a moment.”
She puts her basket down and sits down.
Soon she is in the land of dreams.
Tweet. Tweet. Peep. Twitter. Twitter. What is that?
Birds are flying towards her.
Within a very short moment. (Within a few counts.) the berries have vanished.
Rrrrrrrrrrrts! The birds are sitting in a tree.
That wakes Marjolein up.
“Hey. Where am I?” she asks herself. Then she discovers where she is. Cheerfully she stands up. But. Oh shock! There she sees her empty basket.
Crying she kneels down by her basket.
Step. Step. Step. Cheerfully, a boy of about 10 years, walks through the forest.
“Hey! There sits Marjoleintje,” he thinks. “She’s weeping.”
Oh. He sees! Her basket is empty.
“Shall I help you, Marjo?” he asks.
“Huh? What?” she asks in a startled manner “Oh. It’s you?”
“Well. Certainly.”
And, within a quarter of an hour the basket is full again. What good luck that Hein was passing by.
What luck!
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I suspect that Marjolein was based on this class-mate or perhaps her younger sister, with whom I walked to school.
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PLEASE READ about the goats who fought like Robin Hood and Little John
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The author: 
What (good) luck! written and illustrated by me. (Early 50s). belongs to the following groups:
Art And Text, Dutch Touch and The Dutch Connection
Ozcloggie
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The cover of the exercise book is missing. It was our ‘composition’ (written expression) book, in the Jan Ligthartschool, in Gouda. I cannot remember which year this was, between 1952 and 1956, when Mr Berretty was my teacher, about whom I often write here, on Redbubble and elsewhere.
The Jan Ligthartschool was breaking new grounds in teaching methodoly, then, located in this working class part of Gouda, called De Korte Akkeren (The short acres.)
The ‘forests’ were in the eastern part of the country. We went there once a year. At first me sitting behind my father on his bicycle.
The setting for this tale was partly based on the cartoon stories of Paul the Forest Gnome (Paulus de boskabouter) and I suspect that the hero of this story was really me and the girl who needed help may have really been: Imme, or Karin, or Annelies, or Ria, or…….....
Check out the works of JChanders to get a feel for the setting that was in my young head.