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The Sweethearts

The Sweethearts

A top and a ball were lying together in a drawer among a lot of other toys. The top said to the ball, “Since we live in the same drawer, we ought to be sweethearts.” But the ball, which was covered with a morocco leather, and thought as much of itself as any fine lady, […]

01Mar
2012
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The Swan’s Nest

The Swan’s Nest

Between the Baltic and the North Sea there lies an old Swan’s Nest, and it is called Denmark. In it have been born, and will be born hereafter, Swans whose names shall never die. In the olden days, a flock of Swans from that nest flew over the Alps to the green plains of Milan, […]

01Mar
2012
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Sunshine Stories

Sunshine Stories

“I’ll tell you a story,” said the wind. “Kindly remember,” said the Rain, “that it’s my turn to talk. You’ve been howling around the corner at the top of your voice quite long enough.” “Is that the thanks I get for all of the favors I’ve done you?” the Wind blustered. “Many an umbrella I’ve […]

01Mar
2012
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A String of Pearls

A String of Pearls

The railroad in Denmark still extends only from Copenhagen to Korsör; it is a string of pearls. Europe has a wealth of these pearls; its most costly are named Paris, London, Vienna, Naples. And yet many a man will point out as his favorite pearl not one of these great cities but rather some little […]

01Mar
2012
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The Story of the Year

The Story of the Year

It was in the latter part of January, and a heavy snowfall was driving down. It whirled through the streets and the lanes, and the outsides of the windowpanes seemed plastered with snow. It fell down in masses from the roofs of the houses. A sudden panic seized the people. They ran, they flew, and […]

01Mar
2012
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The Story of a Mother

The Story of a Mother

A mother sat by her little child. She was so sad, so afraid he would die. The child’s face was pallid. His little eyes were shut. His breath came faintly now, and then heavily as if he were sighing, and the mother looked more sadly at the dear little soul. There came a knocking at […]

01Mar
2012
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A Story from the Sand Dunes

A Story from the Sand Dunes

This is a story of the sand dunes of Jutland, but it doesn’t begin there; no, it begins far away to the south, in Spain. The ocean is the highway between the two countries. So now let your thoughts journey to Spain! It is warm there, and it is beautiful. The fiery red pomegranate blossoms […]

01Mar
2012
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A Story

A Story

All the apple trees in the garden were blooming. They had hastened to cover themselves with blossoms before their green leaves were fully unfolded. All the ducklings were in the farmyard, and so was the cat; it basked in the sun and tried to lick the sunshine from its own paws. And to look across […]

01Mar
2012
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The Storm Shifts the Signboards

The Storm Shifts the Signboards

In olden days, when grandfather was just a little boy and wore red trousers, a red jacket, a sash around his waist, and a feather in his cap – for that’s the way little boys dressed in his childhood when they wore their best clothes – so many things were different from nowadays. There were […]

01Mar
2012
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The Storks

The Storks

On the roof of the last house in a little village was a stork’s nest. The mother stork sat in it with her four young ones, who stuck out their heads with their little black beaks. (You see, their beaks had not yet turned red as they would in time.) And a little way off, […]