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The Flower Princess The Flower Princess

The Flower Princess
I ONCE upon a time there was a beautiful Princess named Fleurette, who lived in a white marble palace on the top of a high hill. The Princess Fleurette was very fond of flowers, and all around the palace, from the very gates thereof, a fair garden, full of all kinds of wonderful plants, sloped down to the foot of the hill it was snugly inclosed with a high marble wall. Thus the hill was like a great nosegay rising up in the midst of the land, sending out sweet odors to perfume the air for miles, bright with color... Short Stories - Post by : mwn61 - Date : October 2011 - Author : Abbie Farwell Brown - Read : 1790

The Little Friend The Little Friend

The Little Friend
I "OH! I am so cold, so cold!" sobbed little Pierre, as he stumbled through the snow which was drifting deep upon the mountain side. "Oh, I am so cold! The snow bites my face and blinds me, so that I cannot see the road. Where are all the Christmas candle-lights? The people of the village must have forgotten. The little Jesus will lose His way to-night. I never forgot to set our window at home full of lights on Christmas Eve. But now it is Christmas Eve, and there is no home any more. And I am so cold, so... Short Stories - Post by : Pete_Lauder - Date : October 2011 - Author : Abbie Farwell Brown - Read : 1716

The Mermaid's Child The Mermaid's Child

The Mermaid's Child
IN the rocks on the seashore, left bare by the tide, one often finds tiny pools of water fringed with seaweed and padded with curious moss. These are the cradles which the Mermaids have trimmed prettily for the sea-babies, and where they leave the little ones when they have to go away on other business, as Mermaids do. But one never spies the sea-children in their cradles, for they are taught to tumble out and slip away into the sea if a human step should approach. You see, the fishes have told the Mer-folk cruel tales of the Land-people with their... Short Stories - Post by : cthomson - Date : October 2011 - Author : Abbie Farwell Brown - Read : 2366

The Ten Blowers The Ten Blowers

The Ten Blowers
I ONCE upon a time there was a fat Miller who lived in the Land of Windmills. Now that is a queer country the people look queer, talk and live and dress queerly, and where queer things are likely to happen at any time. So you must not be surprised if this should be a queer tale of the Miller and his mill and his family; but you must take my queer word for it that the happenings were all queerly true as I shall tell them. The Miller was a thoughtful fellow, as the folk of the Land of... Short Stories - Post by : jerryc - Date : October 2011 - Author : Abbie Farwell Brown - Read : 3590

The Phoenix The Phoenix

The Phoenix
On the top of a palm tree, in an oasis of the Arabian desert, sat the Phoenix, glowering moodily upon the world below. He was alone, quite alone, in his old age, as he had been alone in his youth, and in his middle years; for the Phoenix has neither mate nor children, and there is never but one of his kind upon the earth. Once he had been proud of his solitariness and of his unusual beauty, which caused such wonder when he went abroad. But now he was old and weak and weary, and he was lonely, oh! so... Short Stories - Post by : rbeckwith - Date : October 2011 - Author : Abbie Farwell Brown - Read : 2713

The Courtship Of Mr. Stork And Miss Heron The Courtship Of Mr. Stork And Miss Heron

The Courtship Of Mr. Stork And Miss Heron
This is a very good story to read at night just before going to sleep. And if you ask why, I must only tell you that you will find out before you reach the end of the tale. * * * * * There was once a Heron, a pretty, long-legged, slender lady Heron, who lived in the mushy-squshy, wady-shady swamp. The lady Heron lived in her swamp all alone, earning her living by catching little fish;... Short Stories - Post by : bjampala - Date : October 2011 - Author : Abbie Farwell Brown - Read : 3253

The Good Hunter The Good Hunter

The Good Hunter
Once upon a time there was an Indian who was a famous hunter. But he did not hunt for fun; he took no pleasure in killing the little wild creatures, birds and beasts and fishes, and did so only when it was necessary for him to have food or skins for his clothing. He was a very kind and generous man, and loved all the wood-creatures dearly, often feeding them from his own larder, and protecting them from their enemies. So the animals and birds loved him as their best friend, and he was known as the Good Hunter. The Good... Short Stories - Post by : cdewijs - Date : October 2011 - Author : Abbie Farwell Brown - Read : 3324

The Tufted Cap The Tufted Cap

The Tufted Cap
One dark night Master Owl left his hollow tree and went prowling about the world as usual upon his hopeless hunt for the Princess's betel-nut. As soon as he was out of hearing a long, lean, hungry Rat crept to the house and stole the dainties which the lonely old bachelor had stored away for the morrow's dinner. The thief dragged them away to his own hole and had a splendid feast with his wife and little ones. But the Owl returned sooner than the Rat had expected, and by the crumbs which he had dropped upon the way tracked him... Short Stories - Post by : michelsfbrian - Date : October 2011 - Author : Abbie Farwell Brown - Read : 1880

The Owl And The Moon The Owl And The Moon

The Owl And The Moon
When the moon is round and full, if you look very carefully at the golden disk you can see in shadowy outline the profile of a beautiful lady. She is leaning forward as if looking down upon our earth, and there is a little smile upon her sweet lips. This fair dame is Putri Balan, the Princess of the Moon, and she smiles because she remembers how once upon a time she cheated old Mr. Owl, her tiresome lover. Putri Balan, so they tell you in Malay, was always very, very beautiful, as we see her now. Like all the Malay... Short Stories - Post by : rob53 - Date : October 2011 - Author : Abbie Farwell Brown - Read : 1566

The Thrush And The Cuckoo The Thrush And The Cuckoo

The Thrush And The Cuckoo
In the wonderful days of old it is said that Christ and Saint Peter went together upon a journey. It was a beautiful day in March, and the earth was just beginning to put on her summer gorgeousness. As the two travelers were passing near a great forest they spied a Thrush sitting on a tree singing and singing as hard as he could. And he cocked his head as if he was very proud of something. Saint Peter stopped at the foot of the tree and said, "I wish you a good day, Thrush!" "I have no time to thank... Short Stories - Post by : rachnad - Date : October 2011 - Author : Abbie Farwell Brown - Read : 856

Sister Hen And The Crocodile Sister Hen And The Crocodile

Sister Hen And The Crocodile
The Crocodile is one of the hungriest bodies that ever lived. When he is looking for a dinner he will eat almost anything that comes within reach. Sometimes the greedy fellow swallows great stones and chunks of wood, in his hurry mistaking them for something more digestible. And when he is smacking his great jaws over his food he makes such a greedy, terrible noise that the other animals steal away nervously and hide until it shall be Master Crocodile's sleepy-time. He is too lazy to waddle in search of a dinner far from the river where he lives. But any... Short Stories - Post by : Jigar_Banker - Date : October 2011 - Author : Abbie Farwell Brown - Read : 2037

The Ground-pigeon The Ground-pigeon

The Ground-pigeon
Once upon a time there was a little Malay maiden who lived in the forest with her father and mother and baby sister. They dwelt very happily together, until one day Coora's father decided to clear the ground on the edge of the forest and have a rice plantation, as many of his neighbors were doing. So one morning early after breakfast he started out with his axe on his shoulder to cut down the trees and make a clearing. "O Father, let me go with you!" begged Coora. "I do so want to see the plantation grow from the very... Short Stories - Post by : Moshe_Shimon - Date : October 2011 - Author : Abbie Farwell Brown - Read : 948

The Fowls On Pilgrimage The Fowls On Pilgrimage

The Fowls On Pilgrimage
Once upon a time old Lady Fox was very hungry, but she had nothing to eat, and there was no sign of a dinner to be had anywhere. "What shall I do, what shall I do?" whined the Fox. "I am so faint and hungry, but all the birds and all the fowls are afraid of me and will not venture near enough for me to consult them about a dinner. I have so bad a name that no one will trust me. What can I do to win back the respect of the community and earn a square meal? Ah,... Short Stories - Post by : deepa.dayade - Date : October 2011 - Author : Abbie Farwell Brown - Read : 2153

The Dove Who Spoke Truth The Dove Who Spoke Truth

The Dove Who Spoke Truth
The Dove and the wrinkled little Bat once went on a journey together. When it came towards night a storm arose, and the two companions sought everywhere for a shelter. But all the birds were sound asleep in their nests and the animals in their holes and dens. They could find no welcome anywhere until they came to the hollow tree where old Master Owl lived, wide awake in the dark. "Let us knock here," said the shrewd Bat, "I know the old fellow is not asleep. This is his prowling hour, and but that it is a stormy night he... Short Stories - Post by : extra02dog - Date : October 2011 - Author : Abbie Farwell Brown - Read : 1857

The Blackbird And The Fox The Blackbird And The Fox

The Blackbird And The Fox
One day Madame Fox, who was strolling along under the hedge, heard a Blackbird trilling on a branch. Quick as thought she jumped and seized the little fellow, and was about to gobble him down then and there. But the Blackbird began to chirp piteously:-- "Oh, oh, Madame Fox! What are you thinking of? Just see, I am such a tiny mouthful! And when I am gone--I am gone. Only let me free and I will tell you something. Look! Here come some peasant women with eggs and cheese which they are carrying to the market at Verrieres. That would be... Short Stories - Post by : DonPaul - Date : October 2011 - Author : Abbie Farwell Brown - Read : 2580

How The Blackbird Spoiled His Coat How The Blackbird Spoiled His Coat

How The Blackbird Spoiled His Coat
Once upon a time, our friend Blackbird, who comes first of the feathered brothers in the spring, was not black at all. No, indeed; he was white--white as feather-snow new fallen in the meadow. There are very few birds who have been thought worthy to dress all in beautiful white, for that is the greatest honor which a bird can have. So, like the Swan and the Dove, Master Whitebird--for that is what they called him then--was very proud of his spotless coat. He was very proud and happy, and he sang all day long, the jolliest songs. But you see... Short Stories - Post by : tshattuck - Date : October 2011 - Author : Abbie Farwell Brown - Read : 3352

The Early Girl The Early Girl

The Early Girl
There were once two girls who were very dear friends, Zaica and Tourtourelle. One morning Zaica woke up and said, "O Tourtourelle! Last night I had such a strange dream!" "And so did I!" cried Tourtourelle. "Let us tell each other the dreams. But you first, Zaica." Zaica began to laugh. "I dreamed I was a pretty bird with a tuft of feathers on my head. I could fly, and, O Tourtourelle! it was great fun! But the most amusing thing of all was that I could sing so finely, and mock all the birds of the forest. Nay, I could... Short Stories - Post by : thavelick - Date : October 2011 - Author : Abbie Farwell Brown - Read : 2542

Mrs. Partridge's Babies Mrs. Partridge's Babies

Mrs. Partridge's Babies
Long, long ago, when the world was very young indeed, the Birds and Animals used to send their children to school, to Mother Magpie's kindergarten. All the morning long the babies learned their lessons which it was needful for them to know. And when the noon hour came their various mammas came to the school bringing lunches for the children. You can imagine how gladly they were received by the hungry little scholars. One day Mrs. Partridge was very busy with her house-cleaning, and when the noontime came she could not leave her work to go to the school with her... Short Stories - Post by : redrider - Date : October 2011 - Author : Abbie Farwell Brown - Read : 1750

Why The Nightingale Wakes Why The Nightingale Wakes

Why The Nightingale Wakes
When the other birds are sound asleep in their nests, with their little heads tucked comfortably under their feathers, Sister Nightingale, they say, may not rest, but still sounds the notes of her beautiful song in grove and thicket. Why does she sing thus, all night long as well as through the day? It is because she dares not go to sleep on account of the Blindworm, who is waiting to catch her with her eyes closed. Once upon a time, when the world was very new, the Blindworm was not quite blind, but had one good eye. Moreover, in those... Short Stories - Post by : jmarkum - Date : October 2011 - Author : Abbie Farwell Brown - Read : 3577

The Inquisitive Woman The Inquisitive Woman

The Inquisitive Woman
There was once a woman who was so very inquisitive that she wished to know everything. She was never happy unless she was poking her nose into some mystery, and the less a matter concerned her the more curious she was about it. One day the Lord gathered together all the insects in the world, all the beetles, bugs, bees, mosquitoes, ants, locusts, grasshoppers, and other creatures who fly or hop or crawl, and shut them up in a huge sack well tied at the end. What a queer, squirming, muffled-buzzing bundle it made, to be sure! Then the Lord called... Short Stories - Post by : mystikal - Date : October 2011 - Author : Abbie Farwell Brown - Read : 1668