OF Q. BRINGS TO YOU A STRANGE LITTLE TALE
NEVER CAN TELL'
WRITTEN BY STEPHEN
It was a warm day in
early autumn. Under a great spreading oak tree a
late daisy nodded in the faint breeze which swayed
the yellowing grass about
Suddenly she was startled by
a plop! on the ground near her, and saw that a
small oval object had fallen from somewhere, and
lay beside her.
"Are you hurt?" asked the
daisy anxiously. "And who are
"Me? I'm an acorn, and acorns never get
hurt," replied the
Where did you come from?" asked the daisy,
"but you must have come from somewhere, you
"Well, I came from the oak tree above
you," answered the acorn, "she is my
"How lovely, to have such a
splendid great mother as that," breathed the daisy.
"I don't think I have ever had a mother at
"Don't be silly," laughed the
acorn, "we all have
"Really and truly ?" asked
the daisy. And then she went on, "When are you
"Back, back where?" said the acorn in
"Why, back to your mother of
course," said the
"You are a simpleton,"
laughed the acorn; "don't you know where I'm going
"No," replied the daisy,
"Why under the ground,"
replied the acorn.
"Oh how dreadful!" shivered
the daisy; "it will be so dark and
"Not a bit of it," cried the
acorn; "it will be just splendid. But, I shan't
stay there for ever - oh dear me, no
Where will you go next?"
asked the little daisy.
"I shall come climbing back,
up out of the ground," answered the acorn; and I
shall be so different you would not know me, I
shall be a little, little, little sprouting
"Oh !" breathed the wondering
"And I shall grow and grow
and grow," continued the acorn, "until one day I
shall be - guess?"
"I could never guess, do tell
me," said the daisy
"A great oak tree, as big as
my mother!" shouted the acorn, breaking into a loud
"Oh, you are making it all
up; it's not true," gasped the astonished the
"It is, as true as true can
be," said the acorn ; and when I think of it I feel
so proud that I could burst with
"I should think so too," said
the daisy a little
Then before the acorn could
say another word there was a noise of slow heavy
feet, and a pig came waddling towards them, with
his hard snout rooting in the ground as he lumbered
from side to side.
touched the acorn with his nose, and in a flash he
had swallowed it
"Oh no! no! no!" screamed the little daisy
in terror and dismay; "oh, whatever have you
"Now then," grunted the pig;
don't you be afraid, I shan't hurt
"Oh, but see what you've
done," whispered the daisy, almost in
"Well, what have I done?"
asked the great pig.
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