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Odhran's Tale


Odhran's Tale

This is definitely an Old Tale - and why? because it has quite a few different connections. There is Peter who is English, he lives in England in the United Kingdom. Then there was Chang-pu, who was Chinese, he came from China. Now Jessie is very black and very pretty and even though she was a girl. Peter still loved her very much. Dutch was a little girl also, she was best friends with Jessie,  Dutch came from Holland , but they all spoke very good English.


       Poor little Peter had been invited to a picnic. He had all his best clothes on, and was very excited at the thought of all that lovely food and fun; and then, after all the trouble of dressing, and all Nurse's scolding because he wouldn't stand still, the rain ame pouring down and poor Peter couldn't go to his picnic at all.
The worst of it was that he was sick and tired of his toys; he hadn't a single one that he felt at least interest in - and ask for his books, well, they were all right, but who can sit down quietly and read a book when the unkind rain has spoilt a picnic? Not Peter anyhow. He didn't even want his toys
He stamped round the nursery in a rage, and it was a very good thing Nurse wasn't there, or there would have been trouble. At last, when he was tired of stamping, he threw himself down at full length on the window seat and lay watching the rain, coming down like long steel rods straight from the grey Chang-pu needs to get to the concertclouds.
All of a sudden he heard a voice at his elbow, a funny little voice that sounded a bit like two bits of stick being grated together.
      "I should like to know how we're a-goin' to get to this 'ere concert," it remarked. "Here's me and Jessie and Dutch - the three of us - and not a taxi to be seen."
      Peter started up and saw it was his Chinese doll "Chang-pu" that was speaking. Chang-pu, by the way, had associated with very common dolls before he entered Peter's family.
Peter with his toy train
      "Well, you'll have to give the concert up," said Peter. "I've had to give my picnic up.  It's a jolly nuisance, but one must grin and bear it."
      "Grin and bear it indeed!" retorted Chang-pu, "is that what you call stamping round the room and kicking your toys about?  In any case it's a long sight worse for us. Me and my mates are giving the concert, and if we're not there, well, there won't be no concert, that's all."
Jessie wore her colourful frock  Peter thought for a little while, then he said, "How far is it?"
     "Oh, a goodish step," replied Chang-pu. "The concert is to take place on the small table yonder, over agin by the arm chair."
      "If you like I'll take you there in my train," said Peter.

      "Oh, that would be just sweet of you," exclaimed Jessie, a nice little black faced dolly in a very colourful  frock.
      "We should love it!" cried Dutch, who was also standing by. "You see I play the piano, so they can't have any singing unless I'm there."

      Peter jumped down from the window seat to get his train.
It was right at the bottom of the toy cupboard, tangled up with all sorts of things, and he
Dutch all dressed for the concert broke a horse and cart and the sails of a toy windmill in dragging it out.
      "I'm afraid it's too small for all of us," said Dutch. "You see we've got our best frocks on and they mustn't be crushed. Haven't you a larger conveyance?"
       "Well I can hitch my motor wagon on behind," said Peter. "There will be
plenty of room then."
      "Right oh!" replied Chang-pu.
      "That will do a treat, but look sharp, there's a good chap. Every moment is precious."
       Peter did look sharp, and when he wheeled up the wagon and coupled it to the engine, the dolls seemed quite satisfied.
Peter's Motor Wagon Chang-pu got inside the wagon, while Jessie sat astride the bonnet, and Dutch had quite a comfortable seat on the engine, where she could spread her long legs out in front and not crush her frills at all.
Peter took his place at the back of the wagon, and, making puffing noises with his mouth, got them all along in fine style, so that they
sang about three blind mice reached the concert with two minutes to spare.

      The principle singer was a funny faced old gentleman with a small cap on the side of his head, and he sang "Three Blind Mice" with so much feeling that large tears ran down Chang-pu's face. Peter obliged with three lines of "A Frog he would a wooing go," all he could remember, and Chang-pu sold the programmes. They were so tired after the concertThe whole concert was a brilliant success, and when the time came to go home they invited several friends to go too, because they didn't mind crushing their frocks now the concert was over.
So Peter unhitched the engine and took them all home in the motor wagon.
He had just arrived safely with his load at the nursery cu
pboard when Nurse opened the door and said :-     
Peter enjoyed his Picnic
"It's left off raining now, Master Peter, and so you can start to the picnic after all." Peter looked at her in surprise, for he had really been enjoying himself so much, he had forgotten about the
picnic altogether.
one of their friends in her bestest frock

This short story was written by a lady called Jessie Pope quite some years ago. I checked up in Wikipeadia and found this information it is very interesting. However I did find three different writings by her that I couldn't trace. One was this story, the second a poem called "The Lost Lunch." also with a train in it and the third is another rhyme called "The Christmas Porter." both these last two rhymes are in "Pots, Trains and Planes"



The Dragon And His Grandmother 

There was once a great war, and the King had a great many soldiers, but he gave them so little pay that they could not live upon it. Then three of them took counsel together and determined to desert.

One of them said to the others, 'If we are caught, we shall be hanged on the gallows; how shall we set about it?' The other said, 'Do you see that large cornfield there? If we were to hide ourselves in that, no one could find us. The army cannot come into it, and to-morrow it is to march on.'

They crept into the corn, but the army did not march on, but remained encamped close around them. They sat for two days and two nights in the corn, and grew so hungry that they nearly died; but if they were to venture out, it was certain death.

They said at last, 'What use was it our deserting? We must perish here miserably.'

Whilst they were speaking a fiery dragon came flying through the air. It hovered near them, and asked why they were hidden there.

They answered, 'We are three soldiers, and have deserted because our pay was so small. Now if we remain here we shall die of hunger, and if we move out we shall be strung up on the gallows.'

'If you will serve me for seven years,' said the dragon, I will lead you through the midst of the army so that no one shall catch you.' 'We have no choice, and must take your offer,' said they. Then the dragon seized them in his claws, took them through the air over the army, and set them down on the earth a long way from it.

He gave them a little whip, saying, 'Whip and slash with this, and as much money as you want will jump up before you. You can then live as great lords, keep horses, and drive about in carriages. But after seven years you are mine.' Then he put a book before them, which he made all three of them sign. 'I will then give you a riddle,' he said; 'if you guess it, you shall be free and out of my power.' The dragon then flew away, and they journeyed on with their little whip. They had as much money as they wanted, wore grand clothes, and made their way into the world. Wherever they went they lived in merrymaking and splendour, drove about with horses and carriages, ate and drank, but did nothing wrong.

The time passed quickly away, and when the seven years were nearly ended two of them grew terribly anxious and frightened, but the third made light of it, saying, 'Don't be afraid, brothers, I wasn't born yesterday; I will guess the riddle.'

They went into a field, sat down, and the two pulled long faces. An old woman passed by, and asked them why they were so sad.

'Alas! what have you to do with it? You cannot help us.' 'Who knows?' she answered. 'Only confide your trouble in me.'

Then they told her that they had become the servants of the Dragon for seven long years, and how he had given them money as plentifully as blackberries; but as they had signed their names they were his, unless when the seven years had passed they could guess a riddle. The old woman said, 'If you would help yourselves, one of you must go into the wood, and there he will come upon a tumble-down building of rocks which looks like a little house. He must go in, and there he will find help.'

The two melancholy ones thought, 'That won't save us!' and they remained where they were. But the third and merry one jumped up and went into the wood till he found the rock hut. In the hut sat a very old woman, who was the Dragon's grandmother. She asked him how he came, and what was his business there. He told her all that happened, and because she was pleased with him she took compassion on him, and said she would help him.

She lifted up a large stone which lay over the cellar, saying,

'Hide yourself there; you can hear all that is spoken in this room. Only sit still and don't stir. When the Dragon comes, I will ask him what the riddle is, for he tells me everything; then listen carefully what he answers.'

At midnight the Dragon flew in, and asked for his supper. His grandmother laid the table, and brought out food and drink till he was satisfied, and they ate and drank together. Then in the course of the conversation she asked him what he had done in the day, and how many souls he had conquered.

'I haven't had much luck to-day,' he said, 'but I have a tight hold on three soldiers.'

'Indeed! three soldiers!' said she. 'Who cannot escape you?'

'They are mine,' answered the Dragon scornfully, 'for I shall only give them one riddle which they will never be able to guess.'

'What sort of a riddle is it?' she asked.

'I will tell you this. In the North Sea lies a dead sea-cat-- that shall be their roast meat; and the rib of a whale--that shall be their silver spoon; and the hollow foot of a dead horse--that shall be their wineglass.'

When the Dragon had gone to bed, his old grandmother pulled up the stone and let out the soldier.

'Did you pay attention to everything?'

'Yes,' he replied, 'I know enough, and can help myself splendidly.'

Then he went by another way through the window secretly, and in all haste back to his comrades. He told them how the Dragon had been outwitted by his grandmother, and how he had heard from his own lips the answer to the riddle.

Then they were all delighted and in high spirits, took out their whip, and cracked so much money that it came jumping up from the ground. When the seven years had quite gone, the Fiend came with his book, and, pointing at the signatures, said, 'I will take you underground with me; you shall have a meal there. If you can tell me what you will get for your roast meat, you shall be free, and shall also keep the whip.'

Then said the first soldier, 'In the North Sea lies a dead sea- cat; that shall be the roast meat.'

The Dragon was much annoyed, and hummed and hawed a good deal, and asked the second, 'But what shall be your spoon?'

'The rib of a whale shall be our silver spoon.'

The Dragon-made a face, and growled again three times, 'Hum, hum, hum,' and said to the third, 'Do you know what your wineglass shall be?'

'An old horse's hoof shall be our wineglass.'

Then the Dragon flew away with a loud shriek, and had no more power over them. But the three soldiers took the little whip, whipped as much money as they wanted, and lived happily to their lives end.

A very tall tale I think!    IT COMES FROM ROMANIA

The Little Purse with Two Half-Pennies

There was once an old man and an old woman. The old woman had a hen and the old man had a rooster; the old woman's hen laid two eggs a day and she ate a great many, but she would not give the old man a single one. One day the old man lost patience and said:

"Listen, old crony, you live as if you were in clover, give me a couple of eggs so that I can at least have a taste of them."

"No indeed!" replied the old woman, who was very avaricious. "If you want eggs, beat your rooster that he may lay eggs for you, and then eat them; I flogged my hen, and just see how she lays now."

The old man, being stingy and greedy, listened to the old woman's talk, angrily seized his rooster, gave him a sound thrashing and said:

"There, now, lay some eggs for me or else go out of the house, I won't feed you for nothing any longer."

As soon as the rooster escaped from the old man's hands it ran off down the high-road. While thus pursuing its way, lo and behold! it found a little purse with two half-pennies. Taking it in its beak, the bird turned and went back toward the old man's house. On the road it met a carriage containing a gentleman and several ladies. The gentleman looked at the rooster, saw a purse in its bill, and said to the driver:Image

"Get down and see what this rooster has in its beak."

The driver hastily jumped from his box, took the little purse from the rooster's bill, and gave it to his master. The gentleman put it in his pocket and drove on. The rooster was very angry and ran after the carriage, repeating continually:

"Kikeriki, sir, Kikerikak,
To me the little purse give back."

The enraged gentleman said to the coachman as they passed a well:

"Take that impudent rooster and throw it into the well."

The driver got down from his box again, seized the rooster, and flung it down the well. When the rooster saw that its life was in such great danger, what was it to do? It began to swallow the water, and drank and drank till it had swallowed all the water in the well. Then it flew out and again ran after the carriage, calling:

"Kikeriki, sir, Kikerikak,
To me the little purse give back."

When the gentleman saw this, he was perfectly amazed and said:

"Hoho! This roImageoster is a perfect imp of Satan! Never mind! I'll wring your neck, you saucy cockerel!"

When he reached home he told the cook to take the rooster, throw it on the coals burning upon the hearth, and push a big stone in front of the opening in the chimney. The old woman did what her master bade her. When the rooster saw this new injustice, it began to spit out the water it had swallowed till it had poured all the water from the well upon the burning coals. This put out the fire, cooled the hearth, and made such a flood on the kitchen floor that the cook fainted away from pure rage. Then the rooster gave the stone a push, came out safe and sound, ran to the gentleman's window, and began to knock on the panes with its bill, screaming:

"Kikeriki, sir, Kikerikak,
To me the little purse give back."

"Heaven knows that I've got a torment in this monster of a rooster," said the gentleman. "Driver, rid me of it, toss it into the middle of the herds of cows and oxen; perhaps some bull will stick its horns through it and relieve us."

The coachman seized the rooster and flung it among the herds. You ought to have seen the rooster's delight. It swallowed bulls, oxen, cows, and calves, till it had devoured the whole herd and its stomach had grown as big as a mountain. Then it went to the window again, spread out its wings before the sun so that it darkened the gentleman's room, and once more began:

"Kikeriki, sir, Kikerikak,
To me the little purse give back."

When the gentleman saw this he was ready to burst with rage and did not know what to do to get rid of the rooster. He stood thinking till at last an idea entered his head:

"I'll lock it up in the treasure-chamber. Perhaps if it tries to swallow the ducats one will stick in its throat, and I shall get rid of the bird."

No sooner said than done. He grasped the rooster and flung it into the treasure-chamber. The rooster swallowed all the money and left the chests empty. Then it escaped from the room, went to the gentleman's window, and again began:

"Kikeriki, sir, Kikerikak,
To me the little purse give back."

As the gentleman saw that there was nothing else to be done he tossed the purse out. The rooster picked it up, went about its own business, and left the gentleman in peace. All the poultry ran after the rooster so that it really looked like a wedding; but the gentleman turned green with rage as he watched, and said sighing:

"Let them all run off to the last chick, I'm glad to be rid of the torment; there was witchcraft in that rooster!"

But the puffed-up rooster stalked proudly along, followed by all the fowls, and went merrily on and on till he
reached the old man's house and began to crow:


When the old man heard the rooster's voice he ran out joyfully to meet the bird, but looking through the door what did he see? His rooster had become a terrible object. An elephant beside it would have seemed like a flea; and following behind came countless flocks of birds, each one more beautiful and brilliant than the other.

When the old man saw the rooster so huge and fat, he opened the gate for it.

"Master," said the bird, "spread a sheet here in the middle of the yard."

The old man, as nimble as a top, laid down the sheet. The rooster took its stand upon it, spread its wings, and instantly the whole yard was filled with birds and herds of cattle, but it shook out on the sheet a pile of ducats that flashed in the sun till they dazzled the eyes. When the old man beheld this vast treasure he did not know what to do in his delight, and hugged and kissed the rooster. But all at once the old woman appeared from somewhere, and when she saw this marvelous spectacle her eyes glittered in her head, and she was ready to burst with wrath.

"Dear old friend," she said, "give me a few ducats."

"Pine away with longing for them, old woman; when I begged you for some eggs, you know what you answered. Now flog your hen, that it may bring you ducats. I beat my rooster, and you see what it has fetched me."

The old woman went to the hen-coop, shook the hen, took it by the tail, and gave it such a drubbing that it was enough to make one weep for pity. When the poor hen escaped from the old woman's hands it fled to the highway.

While walking along it found a bead, swallowed it, hurried back home as fast as possible, and began to cackle at the gate. The old woman welcomed it joyfully. The hen ran quickly in at the gate, passed its mistress, and went to its nest - at the end of an hour it jumped off, cackling loudly. The old woman hastened to see what the hen had laid.

But when she glanced into the nest what did she perceive? A little glass bead. The hen had laid a glass bead! When the old woman saw that the hen had fooled her, she began to beat it, and beat till she flogged it to death.

So the stupid old soul remained as poor as a church-mouse. From that time she miDucatsght live on roast nothing and golden wait a while, instead of eggs, for she had abused and killed the poor hen, though it was not at all to blame.

But the old man was very rich; he built great houses, laid out beautiful gardens, and lived luxuriously. He made the old woman his poultry-maid, the rooster he took about with him everywhere, dressed in a gold collar, yellow boots, and spurs on its heels, so that one might have thought it was one of the Three Kings from the Christmas play instead of a mere ordinary rooster.

diddilydeedotsdreamland .
Diddilydeedot's Dreamland presents her Favourite Things!


Relics and ratsRelics and rats
cantrips and cats
giraffes with short necks
and kangaroos without flaps.
Teapots and toads
dead skunks and stoves
terrible journies
on ramshackle roads.
Wombats with wings
see-saws with stings
these are just some
of my favourite things.
 Relics and rats
Kangaroos without flapsimps in straw hats
maidens with cherries
and silken cravattes.
Kettles and kippers
vicars and strippers
chocolate ice cream
and ladies with flippers.
Fairies and foam
griffin and gnome -
fine in their place,
but not in the home!Teapot and cucumber coffee
Teapots and toads
leprechauns in brogues
cucumber coffee
and squid a-la-mode.
Owls baked in omelettes
cats stuck in pelmets
children on stilts
and grannies in helmets
Pig in pink dressPigs in pink dresses
tarts with dark tresses
lime-flavoured ladders
and foreign addresses
Daisies that sing
button that ping
these are some more
of my favourite things.

I bet your favourite things aren't as exciting
as those of Willowdown.©

Odhran's Tale

Pirate ships
Tea-Leaves and Buried Treasure

        "Please, Aunt Patience, what can you see in the tea-leaves?" In the snug kitchen of his aunt's Reading the tea-leavesfarmhouse in Vermont. New England, George Benner drained his teacup and handed it across the table.
        Aunt Patience turned the cup  in her thin hand and said briskly, "Why, I see an old sea chest with a pirate's chart. If you follow the directions you will find lots of money."
        That night, as he sat by the stove with his aunts' tabby cat sitting on his lap, George turned to Aunt Patience's sister, Emeline. "Aunt Emeline, tell me the story of the old pirate who scared you so, all those years ago.
        "Somehow I thought you might be asking about him and the trunk tonight." Aunt Emeline said with a smile. She folded her sewing and laid it on the table.

The Man With The Golden Ear-rings

        "It was just getting dark," she said. "I happened to look out of the window and saw the stage-coach stop a little way down the lane. Out climbed a strange old man, with long, white, wispy hair and a sash tied around his waist. From the top of the coack he took down a small brass-bound trunk; then, balancing it on his shoulder e started walking right towards the house. As he got closer I saw he was wearing gold ear-rings.
        I was scared wen he knocked the door, but I opened it just the same. He asked politely if he could stay the night - saying he was looking for an old shipmate who had settled somewhere in the neighbourhood, I told him he could leave the trunk in the shed and then showed him where he could get a wash. After supper he smoked his pipe and talked about all the foreign places he'd been to in more than fifty years of seafaring.
        "Next morning he fetched me a pail of water from the well, chopped some wood for me then staight after he had eaten breakfast he said he'd be off in search of his friend. He offered to pay for his keep, if he coud be allowed to leave the trunk with me for a few days..
I said I'd be glad to look after it for nothing , and off he went. And there he went up the lane and that, George was the last I ad ever saw of him. Eventually  had his old trunk taken up to the attic, and there it still is today. No one has ever opened it, and no one is ever going to. That is his trunk, and hopefully one of these days he will come back to claim it.

         ..The Trunk in the Attic..The trunk that held a secret

        Several summers later George Benner and his best friend, another George, this time Levanselar, were staying in the aunt's farmhouse. One rainy day their conversation worked its way round to the pirate treasure, and once more the trunk in the attic was mentioned. But this timeAunt Emeline decided to let them open the trunk after George pointed out that if the pirate was alive he would have to have been at least 120! .
        .The trunk was carefully brought down from the attic, and already the straps began to crumble in their hands, there was doubt if anything could remain inside.
The lock had become very rusted over and had to be forced open. Raising the lid, they found; a bundle of moth eaten garments, an unfinished carved model of a sailing ship, several ornaments made from shells, and old quadrant and a copy of The Pirate by Walter Scott. The boys looked disappointed, there was no treasure, not even a bar of gold or a coin they could have as a keepsake. With a double sigh the boys put everything back in the chest except the book. Later that evening George Benner thumbed through the old volume, and a sheet of very thin parchment  fell out. On it was drawn what looked like part of the coast of Maine, a nearbystate. Many of the bays and inlets were shown, and one of them was marked with an X. Underneath it in faded writing were these crudely printed words:


 how to find treasure Treasure Seekers

        A few days later, armed with Coastal Survey maps, the two boys left for Bath, on the Maine coast. There they hired a launch and took provisions for three days, as well as spades, picks and a crowbar.
       At daylight next day they began to search the coves trying to find one that would match the spot marked X on the rough map from the trunk. Several places looked promising but nowhere could they see the quartz boulder, which was the key to the whole map. It was late in the afternoon just as they were turning back. George Levanselar saw a glint of sunlight reflected from the shore. It was the boulder!
        .By the time they had beached the boat, it was too dark to start their search. The next morning they rushed to the top of the hill, but instead of the wild, lonely spot shown on the map, they were looking down on a village; there were streets and cottages.
        Their enthusiasm for treasure hunting was rapidly vanishing, but they lined up the rock with the hill and paced off half a mile. Within an hour they had discovered beyond the village, a flat stone partly overgrown with grass and bushes.
With fast beating hearts, they dug round its edge, working with pick axe and crowbar until they had moved it. Now they began to dig in earnest, and soon they struck a smaller stone. It covered the remains of a rotton wooden keg.

Pirate GoldGold Coins

          Both boys plunged their hands through the crumbling wood. They had found the pirates treasure! There were hundreds of coins, and near the bottom was something heavy, wrapped in decaying cloth.
         The boys put the treasure on board the launch and set a course down the coast to Boston, which they reached the next morning. By nine o'clock they were telling their story to disbelieving officials of the Atlantic National Bank.
        The bank officials' disbelief turned to astonishment when the boys dumped their treasure on the table. There were 17th and 18th century coins - dubloons, gold moidores and silver pieces of eight. Then George Benner unrolled the heavy bundle. Under the decaying cloth was a gold cross, nine inches long and studded with rubies and diamonds; twisted around it was a pearl necklace. As a result of the search which really began in the bottom of a teacup, the two Georges had found a treasure worth £7,000.
        As for aunt Emeline, she went on worrying about what she would say to the  pirate if he should return. But she never had to say it. When she died in March 1935, at the age of 103, her pirate had still not called for his trunk.

Could this have been Aunt Emeline's Pirate's ship.

Below you will find a wonderful collection of sea songs, mostly Pirate ones, and of course there has to be quite a few Johnny Deppe amongst them
Don't missthe first video, it's called "The Nancy Bell" you can find this and all the url's on youtube. Just luck for seligors playlists.

By Stella Mead

Chapter One -  The King

       Long ago there lived a king who was called Rumpisulk. He had a fine palace to live in, and more gold than any other king in the whole world. But, all day long he lay upon a fine bed, hung with silk curtains, and yawned, and yawned, and yawned.
"Bah-bah-bah!" yawned King Rumpisulk. "What a weary world this is" What a weary, weary world this is!" Everything I see and everything I do makes me tired to death. Bah-bah-bah!"
      On each side of the king's fine bed stood a Lord of the Court, dressed in red and silver, with a little gold buckle on his silver shoes. King Rumpisulk turned to one of these Lords of the Court, and said. "What is the news? Tell me the latest news, perhaps it will amuse me."
      The Lord of the Court could not answer at once for the king had just yawned again, and it was the rule of the court that every time the king yawned the Lords of the Court must yawn too.
      But in a few minutes he stepped forward, took a sheet of paper from his pocket, put his glasses on, and began to read;

"Princess May has torn her lace,
Minna would not wash her face.

Nob, the dog, has run away,
The hens laid badly yesterday,

And the housemaid, Abigail,
Trod upon the kitten's tail.

"Enough, Enough," cried Rumpisulk. "How can you read such stupid news to me? Tear up your paper and let me hear no more."
      The king turned to the other Lord of the Court and asked him could he not tell him something more amusing.
      The second Lord took out a sheet of paper, put on his glasses, and began to read, just as gravely as the first Lord had read;

"Yesterday fast fell the rain;
Today the clouds are black again,

And tomorrow, so they say,
Will also be a stormy day.

Last night the meat was over done.
The pies were heavy, every one.

Today the palace cook will ack
A very nice and large plum cake.

And tomorrow we shall eat
A very tender joint of meat."

The king was so angry that he pulled off one of his golden shoes and threw it at the second Lord of the Court.
"Enough, enough!" he cried crossly, "I do not want to hear such dull news. Oh deary me, what a weary world this is! What a weary, weary world this is! What a weary, weary world. Bah-bah-bah!" and he yawned again.
Bah-bah-bah!" Yawned the Lords of the Court after him.
      They would have liked so much to say something, but dared not forget that it was their duty to yawn every time the King yawned.
King Rumpisulk sat up.
"Send my servants all through my kingdom!" he cried.
"Let them bring to me people who can laugh and sing, people who know how to be happy and gay, people who can say or do something to amuse me. Then perhaps I can be cured"
The Lords of the court bowed very low to the king, and went out to do as he bade them.

Chapter Two - LITTLE WING

In a little hut upon a hillside far, far away from the palace, lived a shepherd and his wife. They had nothing but their little hut and a small flock of sheep. So they had to work very, very hard from morning till night to earn enough money to buy food and clothing for their ten children. But they were always very happy.
 The ten children were so merry, so rosy and beautiful that they were a joy to see.
       The most beautiful and merriest of them all was the eldest, a little maid with happy blue eyes and the gayest, prettiest face that ever was seen.
Because she was so merry of heart, and always went here and there singing like a little bird she was called Little Wing.
One day a new little baby was born in the hut upon the hillside. Just at the time when the shepherd had hardly any money at all.
And in the house were only ten little stools, ten knives and forks, ten plates and spoons - enough of everything for ten children, but nothing left over.
"Oh deary me!" sighed the mother, "What shall we do now? here we are with eleven children and we only have room for ten."
"Never mind," laughed Little Wing. "I am the eldest and I shall go out into the woorld and find work. By and by the new little sister can have my bed and stool, my knife, fork and my stool."
At first her mother would not hear of this. But Little Wing laughed so much, such a merry, ringing laugh, that the mother had to let her have her way.
Little Wing packed her clothes into a tidy bundle, left the hut, and went singing out into the world.

Chapter Three


She came into a wide field, and there she saw a score or more of little green frogs jumping along the edge of a brook.
      The frogs looked so funny. Every time they went hop, hop, hoppity-hop, Little Wing laughed because she was so amused. A shepherd who was passing heard the laughter and going over to her he said, "Why are you laughing? What makes you so merry?
Little Wing pointed to the frogs, that now went splash-splashing into the brook, and she laughed again, such a gay laugh that the shepherd could not help laughing too.
      "Upon my word," he said, wiping the tears from his eyes, "you must have a very merry heart! Now I have a poor wife at home who is very ill and very sad. The doctor says that she must have someone to amuse her. Do you think you could come home with me and make her laugh too, you shall have plenty to eat and a nice bed to sleep in."
"That will be good," said Little Wing. I shall come with you."
      The shepherd's wife lay in bed under six woolen blankets. She looked very ill and very sad indeed. Her face was so yellow and old, and her nose was so long, that when Little Wing looked at her, she could not help laughing, though of course she didn't mean to be rude.
       The shepherd's wife stared at Little Wing, she heard the merry laugh, and she could not help laughing a little too.
Little Wing laughed again, and so did the shepherd's wife. Little Wing laughed more and more, and the shepherd's wife laughed with her, till neither of them could stop laughing.
      The shepherd's wife laughed so much that she grew hotter and hotter under her six blankets and by and by she took off the top blanket. Then she took off the next, then the next and the next and the next. Then she took off the last blanket of all and sprang out of bed to make a warm cup of tea for Little Wing.
      Little Wing. stayed there for a whole week, and by ththe end of that time the shepherd's wife was quite well again, and Little Wing thought she would like to go a little farther in the to find work to do.
    So early in the bright summer morning Little Wing set out.

Chapter Four


She walked a long, long way, till she came to a great golden gate and saw written above it, "THE KINGDOM OF KING RUMPISULK."
"King Rumpisulk!" cried Little Wing. "Fie! what a name! I shall go inside and see what this kingdom is like."
      The porters opened the gate and Little Wing passed inside. "Oh dear me, what a dreary land this is!" thought she. All the people looked tired and sad. The very dogs had unhappy faces. In truth, no one had laughed in that kingdom for a hundred years.
      Little Wing saw that everybody yawned and that the ported at the gate had a very long face.
"What is the matter with you?" she asked. "Why are you so sad on this lovely summer day?"
"How can I help being sad?" replied the porter. "My master the King is very ill. If no one can make him laugh he will die before the day comes to an end."
"What is the matter with your king?" asked Little Wing.
"He does not know how to laugh. Every one around him yawns. No one laughs. He has never heard a merry laugh during the whole of his life."
"That is very, very sad!" said Little Wing.
"Now he has sent all the great and clever people in the kingdom," went on the porter, "and they are all trying very hard to amuse him. We do hope that one of them will make him laugh and as yet no one has been able to do so."
"May I try?" asked Little Wing.
"Of course you may, but a little maid like you cannot do anything to amuse a great king."
Little Wing left the porter and walked on to the palace. In the courtyard she saw the crowd  of clever people who were trying to make the King laugh.
Just near to her stood a tall, thin man with a monkey. The monkey could do many clever tricks, and everytime it did something funny the tall, thin man said to all the people, "Look at that! I am sure the King will laugh when he sees that!"
By his side was a little stout man with a long red beard.
"Pooh! Pooh! Pooh!" said he. "A monkey is nothing wonderful. I will show you something wonderful." He pulled off his cap, and out flew a little bird which cried,  "peep, peep,"
and then stood on the stout man's head and danced a little jig.
"That is very funny" said the stout man proudly. "I am sure the king will laugh when he sees that!"
"Dear me," said Little Wing to herself, "I have no clever tricks like these. Perhaps I had better go away." But she wanted very much to see King Rumpisulk, so she made up her mind to stay after all.

Chapter Five


      One after another the people were sent into the king's room. One after another they came out again, shaking their heads and saying, "No, the King has not laughed. The King does not know how to laugh!"
      Now it was the turn of the tall, thin man with the monkey.
      He bowed low to the King and showed his monkey. The King only yawned, and before he could think what he was doing, the tall, thin man started to yawn as well.
"Away with him," cried the King, and he yawned again.
Next to go in was the little stout man with the red beard. But even as he walked into the room the king began to yawn, and the little stout man yawned too.
"Send him out, send him out," said King Rumpisulk.
"Another man who yawns! I can see that there is no cure for me. Everybody yawns What a weary, weary world this is!"
The King yawned again. "If you please, Your Majesty," said one of the Lords of the Court, "there is a little maid outside who would like to try to make you laugh."
      "Send her in," said King Rumpisulk, but I am sure she can do nothing to amuse me.
"All the old men, all the wise men can only yawn. How can a little maid make me laugh?"
The Lord of the Court bowed and went out, but he yawned again as he went.
Little Wing walked shyly into the fine room and looked at the King.
The King looked at Little Wing, and then began to yawn, Bah-bah-bah!"
      Little Wing thought that in all her life she had never seen anything so funny - a king who lay on a fine couch and yawned.
She really did not mean to be rude, but she couldn't help laughing.
It started of small and grew and grew, oh my what a laugh it became. Such a sound had never been heard in the great palace before. It was the merriest, gayest laugh that ever was laughed.
The King sat up and stared, and rubbed his eyes and yawned.
This my Little Wing laugh all the more. A king who could only yawn! It was so funny. She laughed and laughed until the tears were running down her cheeks. And now the two Lords of the Court began to laugh. They laughed and they laughed, as they had never laughed in all their lives before.
      The King stared more and more, and then, suddenly, he began to laugh too, such a happy, merry laugh that everyone came running to see what had happened.
And then the people were so happy that they went running everywhere to tell the glad news, "The King has laughed! The King has laughed!"
As for King Rumpisulk, he took Little Wing by the hand and said gaily, "I am cured. At last I have found someone who can laugh. Now you must stay here, and when you are older you shall be my Queen and no one will ever yawn again.
And so after a few years, and when, by that time all the people in the kingdom were able to laugh. The sign above the gates stated , "The Kingdom of King and Queen Rumpisulk, the Kingdom of Laughter." He was quite cured of yawning, in fact he was the happiest king in all the world.   



The Mouse, the Bird and the Sausage
by The Brothers Grimm

Based on translations from Kinder und Hausmarchen by Edgar Taylor and Marian Edwardes.

The Bird Once upon a time, a mouse, a bird, and a sausage, entered into partnership and set up house together. For a long time all went well; they lived in great comfort, and prospered so far as to be able to add considerably to their stores. The bird's duty was to fly daily into the wood and bring in fuel; the mouse fetched the water, and the sausage saw to the cooking.

When people are too well off they always begin to long for something new. And so it came to pass, that the bird, while out one day, met a fellow bird, to whom he boastfully expatiated on the excellence of his household arrangements. But the other bird sneered at him for being a poor simpleton, who did all the hard work, while the other two stayed at home and had a good time of it. For, when the mouse had made the fire and fetched in the water, she could retire into her little room and rest until it was time to set the table. The sausage had only to watch the pot to see that the food was properly cooked, and when it was near dinner-time, he just threw himself into the broth, or rolled in and out among the vegetables three or four times, and there they were, buttered, and salted, and ready to be served. Then, when the bird came home and had laid aside his burden, they sat down to table, and when they had finished their meal, they could sleep their fill till the following morning: and that was really a very delightful life.

Influenced by those remarks, the bird next morning refused to bring in the wood, telling the others that he had been their servant long enough, and had been a fool into the bargain, and that it was now time to make a change, and to try some other way of arranging the work. Beg and pray as the mouse and the sausage might, it was of no use; the bird remained master of the situation, and the venture had to be made. They therefore drew lots, and it fell to the sausage to bring in the wood, to the mouse to cook, and to the bird to fetch the water.

And now what happened? The sausage started in search of wood, the bird made the fire, and the mouse put on the pot, and then these two waited till the sausage returned with the fuel for the following day. But the sausage remained so long away, that they became uneasy, and the bird flew out to meet him. He had not flown far, however, when he came across a dog who, having met the sausage, had regarded him as his legitimate booty, and so seized and swallowed him. The bird complained to the dog of this bare-faced robbery, but nothing he said was of any avail, for the dog answered that he found false credentials on the sausage, and that was the reason his life had been forfeited.

He picked up the wood, and flew sadly home, and told the mouse all he had seen and heard. They were both very unhappy, but agreed to make the best of things and to remain with one another.

So now the bird set the table, and the mouse looked after the food and, wishing to prepare it in the same way as the sausage, by rolling in and out among the vegetables to salt and butter them, she jumped into the pot; but she stopped short long before she reached the bottom, having already parted not only with her skin and hair, but also with life.

Presently the bird came in and wanted to serve up the dinner, but he could nowhere see the cook. In his alarm and flurry, he threw the wood here and there about the floor, called and searched, but no cook was to be found. Then some of the wood that had been carelessly thrown down, caught fire and began to blaze. The bird hastened to fetch some water, but his pail fell into the well, and he after it, and as he was unable to recover himself, he was drowned.

The End
This wonderful picture comes from a wonderful gentleman by the name of Justin Chen. He has quite a few wonderful pictures which he has drawn in relation to their subject and I know he would love you to pop over to his site and have a look. There is a fantastic download added for which ever size might suit you best

the mouse, the bird and the sausage

Inspired by Grimm's "The Mouse, the Bird and the Sausage," What seems (from the title) to be an whimsical tale takes a dark turn as it approaches its end. There's definitely a moral to be learned from this story. Unlike my previous illustrations, this piece remains completely faithful to its source. While I enjoy fusing elements from each tale with my personal interpretations, for this one my goal was to create a piece as if it came right off a children storybook.

But the stylistic choice did not stop me from putting something ominous on the composition.

Justin Chen, All rights reserved. 2009

"And Diddilydeedot say's Thankyou Justin it is exactly what we wanted

Very Cold for KikiA Beautiful Tale of little Kiki and Nanookshook
The Magic Feather

        Long ago in 1808, an owl posed in a tree, spying on Kiki as she skipped by. Kiki was a shy, young, intelligent, seven year old girl. Kiki loved nature. Her mother had died hunting for seals. Now, Kiki's father fed her and looked after her.
They live in an igloo by jagged towers of ice and amber gold cliffs.

But one night , Kiki got very mad at her Dad. He was not spending enough time with her. Every  night, he always went off to see his friends, so Kiki decided to run away from home to teach her Dad a good lesson!
While she was walking, she suddenly realized she was lost and didn't know her way home. Now Kiki was wishing she was at home in her cozy bed.
She sat down and curled up with the blanket she had brought along. She looked up into the sky to see the stars, then all of a sudden she saw a dark object swooping down right in front of her face.
It came closer and closer. Bango! Something was rustling in her silky hair. Poor KIt was a Black Owliki jumped up and started screaming and dancing in circles. Kiki pulled at the big fluffy creature, a long white feather came away in her hand.. Then she pulled the animal out of her hair and to her surprise, it was a black owl.

The black owl explained, " I am terribly sorry about my landing. I ran away from home where all the other birds live because all of the other birds are snowy white  and I am a black owl. My name is Nanookshook." continued the owl.

Kiki smiled and told Nanookshook the problems that she was having with her Dad! Both Kiki and the owl were very tired from their adventure and lying together under the tree, they were asleep in minutes.

 Early the next morning, Kiki and Nanookshook woke up to the hot sun beaming down upon  them. Nanookshook still looked very fed up.
 " Don't give up! Kiki said and stroked the owl shiney feather's. "Somehow we shall try and find you a beautiful white coat, we shall just have to look for one!"
So Kiki and Nanookshook  walked down to the spring to get a  drink of sparkling blue water. When they reached the water, the saw an  beautiful swan. "Do you think you could give me a ride so I might go and find where to get me a white coat like your's."  Nanookshook reached to catch hold of the swan but the swan moved away and Nanookshook accidentally pulled out a white feather from the swans wing.
The owl without thinking tucked the feather under its wing. Then he began to go wild and he dived into the water three times.
A Snowy OwlCan you imagine Nanookshook and Kiki's surprise when Nanookshook came up from the third dive as white as snow, the swan must have been magic and Nanookshook was now a Snowy owl.
          He was so happy that he jumped and flew around with joy. Kiki was happy for Nanookshook but now that Nanookshook had a family and friends, who would Kiki live with?
Poor Kiki what she  didn't know was that her father was getting a search party together and who ever found Kiki would get her dad's best dog.
But for Kiki the day seemed to go very quickly and soon it was the morning over. Kiki was tired again so she decided to go down to the water again and try to find something to eat
She lay down on the grass and leaning forward  she suddenly she heard voices, then a voice she really knew.
"Kiki Honey, Kiki can you hear me?"
Kiki jumped up from the river bank shouting, " Yes , I can is that you father,"
"Well of course it's  your father, where are you ?" his voice boomed.

"I'm here by the river, over to the left of you.,"Oh Daddy I love you!" Kiki shouted.
 "I love you too darling but why did you leave me?" asked her father.
The excitement was too much for little Kiki and she began to cry
"Well , because you did not pay enough attention to me." Kiki sobbed. "I thought you didn't want me any more!"
"I am so sorry little one, I will try never to ignore you again!" He swooped down and picked up his precious little girl in his arms.
"Come on, let's go home, and if your not to tired tonight will you come out with me, and we shall fish together for our supper?" her father asked.
"Oh yes, daddy, yes." Kiki said snuggling into her dad's shirt. " I will, oh I will" she said  happily.
So if you ever see a Snowy owl, remember the journey that Kiki and Nanookshook went on.  And remember what it wss that made them Snowy, cos one Snowy owl put a white feather under its black wing and turned white.
The End
By Megan M.

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