Diddily Dee Dot's Dreamland for Children Everywhere
Sat, 10 Oct 2009
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THE MYTH OF PAN
In a very far-away country, a long time ago, there lived a man who loved music and little children and the birds and flowers. And the little children loved Pan--for that was his name--because he told them such beautiful stories and played on a set of pipes which he had made from the reeds which grew by the river.
Every evening, when it was time for the sun to go to sleep and all the little stars to wake up, Pan would take his pipes, go down to the river side, and play all the songs he knew. Everybody could hear Pan's music for miles and miles, but many of them did not like his music, and wished that he would not play.
Once some of these people gathered together and planned how they could stop Pan from playing his pipes, and while they were talking, some beetles near by heard their plans. Now, one of these beetles had hurt his wing at one time and had fallen down in the dust on the road, and could go no farther. It was a very hot day, and the poor little beetle was almost dead from the heat. Soon Pan came walking along and saw the beetle, and, picking it up very carefully, he carried it on some green leaves to a shady place, where he left it to rest and get well. The beetle had never forgotten Pan's kindness, and when he heard the plans these bad people had made he said:
and go with me, for we must hurry and tell Pan what
the wicked people have planned, so that he will not
be there when they go to push him into the
The beetles had only
one day in which to reach Pan, for the evil people
were going to carry out their plans the next night,
so they spread their wings and flew as fast as they
could fly. They could not travel far at a time,
because their wings grew very tired and their
bodies were so heavy. When they could fly no longer
they would walk, and when they were tired walking
they would fly again. In this way they hurried on
and on, for the day was growing into night, and
they could hear Pan playing his beautiful songs way
down by the river bank. They had almost reached him
when they heard what seemed to be a crowd of people
running through the bushes and among the trees, and
it seemed that they were going toward the river.
Next there was a big splash and many voices talking
loudly, and after that--silence.
beetles reached the place where Pan always sat they
could not find him; but there in the river were his
pipes, which he loved so well.
The people had
reached Pan before the beetles, and had pushed him
into the river, his pipes fell in too, but Pan did
not wait to get them.
He climbed out
and ran as fast as his feet would carry him.
ran after him, but he leaped
and bounded over the bushes and flowers,
and ran on and on. Sometimes they were
almost upon him, but he always
He wished to
hide, but could find no place. He could not climb
the trees, for the people could climb trees, too,
and he could not hide in the grass or under the
bushes, for they would be sure to find him
At last, along
the river bank, he spied the little violets that
closed their eyes, but were still
gazing at the stars. One little violet seemed to
say to him,
"I will hide you," and it folded
its little petals around him. Pan was safe now, and
from his hiding place he could hear the people
searching for him. They looked for a long time, but
they did not find him. He was happy and
thankful, and, as he was very tired and the soft
petals of the violets made a pleasant resting
place, he was soon fast asleep.
Away back on the
river bank, where Pan always sat, were the
beetles.They were very
sorry that they had not reached him in time to tell
him that the people were coming, and that they
could not get his pipes out of the water, where
they had fallen. And, though they never saw him
again, they always remembered him and the
beautiful music he used to play.
One day some
little children were picking violets by the river,
and they found one little violet that had eyes just
like Pan's eyes. They took it home and named it
Pan's Eye, in memory of their old friend, but, as
that was rather a hard name for the little children
to say, they called it
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