The Willow-Wren

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    "In olden times every sound still had its meaning and significance. When the smith's hammer resounded, it cried, \"Strike away, strike away.\" When the carpenter's plane grated, it said, \"Here goes, here goes.\" If the mill wheel began to clack, it said, \"Help, Lord God, help, Lord God.\" And if the miller was a cheat and set the mill a-going, it spoke high german, and first asked slowly, \"Who is there? Who is there?\" And then answered quickly, \"The miller, the miller.\" And at last quite in a hurry, \"He steals bravely, He steals bravely, three pecks in a bushel.\"",
    "At this time the birds also had their own language which every one understood. Now it only sounds like chirping, screeching, and whistling, and sometimes like music without words. It came into the birds' mind, however, that they would no longer be without a ruler, and would choose one of themselves to be their king. One alone among them, the green plover, was opposed to this. He had lived free and would die free, and anxiously flying hither and thither, he cried, \"Where shall I go? Where shall I go?\" He retired into a solitary and unfrequented marsh, and showed himself no more among his fellows.",
    "The birds now wished to discuss the matter, and on a fine may morning they all gathered together from the woods and fields, eagles and chaffinches, owls and crows, larks and sparrows, how can I name them all. Even the cuckoo came, and the hoopoe, his clerk, who is so called because he is always heard a few days before him, and a very small bird which as yet had no name, mingled with the band. The hen, which by some accident had heard nothing of the whole matter, was astonished at the great assemblage. What, what, what is going to be done, she cackled. But the cock calmed his beloved hen, and said, only a lot of rich people, and told her what they had on hand. It was decided that the one who could fly the highest should be king. A tree-frog which was sitting among the bushes, when he heard that, cried a warning, no, no, no, no, because he thought that many tears would be shed because of this. But the crow said, caw, caw, and that all would pass off peaceably.",
    "It was now determined that on this fine morning they should at once begin to ascend, so that hereafter no one should be able to say, I could easily have flown much higher, but the evening came on, and I could do no more. On a given signal, therefore, the whole troop rose up in the air. The dust ascended from the land, and there was tremendous fluttering and whirring and beating of wings, and it looked as if a black cloud was rising up. The little birds were soon left behind. They could go no farther, and fell back to the ground. The larger birds held out longer, but none could equal the eagle, who mounted so high that he could have plucked the eyes out of the sun. And when he saw that the others could not get up to him, he thought, why should you fly still higher. You are the king, and began to let himself down again. The birds beneath him at once cried to him, you must be our king, no one has flown so high as you. Except me, screamed the little fellow without a name, who had crept into the breast-feathers of the eagle. And as he was not at all tired, he rose up and mounted so high that he reached heaven itself. However, when he had gone as far as this, he folded his wings together, and called down with clear and penetrating voice, I am king. I am king. You, our king, cried the birds angrily. You have managed it by trick and cunning. So they made another condition. He should be king who could go down lowest in the ground. How the goose did flap about with its broad breast when it was once more on land. How quickly the cock scratched a hole. The duck came off the worst of all, for she leapt into a ditch, but sprained her legs, and waddled away to a neighboring pond, crying, cheating, cheating. The little bird without a name, however, sought out a mouse-hole, slipped down into it, and cried out of it with his small voice, I am king. I am king. You our king, cried the birds still more angrily. Do you think your cunning shall prevail. They determined to keep him a prisoner in the hole and starve him out. The owl was placed as sentinel in front of it, and was not to let the rascal out if she had any value for her life. When evening was come and all the birds were feeling very tired after the exertion of so much flying, they went to bed with their wives and children. The owl alone remained standing by the mouse-hole, gazing steadfastly into it with her great eyes. Then she, too, grew tired and thought to herself, you might certainly shut one eye, you will still watch with the other, and the little villain shall not come out of his hole. So she shut one eye, and with the other looked straight at the mouse-hole. The little fellow put his head out and peeped, and wanted to slip away, but the owl came forward immediately, and he drew his head back again. Then the owl opened the one eye again, and shut the other, intending to shut them in turn all through the night. But when she next shut the one eye, she forgot to open the other, and as soon as both her eyes were shut she fell asleep. The little fellow soon observed that, and slipped away. From that day forth, the owl has never dared to show herself by daylight, for if she does the other birds chase her and pluck her feathers out. She flies out only by night, but hates and pursues mice because they make such ugly holes. The little bird, too, is very unwilling to let himself be seen, because he is afraid it will cost him his life if he is caught. He steals about in the hedges, and when he is quite safe, he sometimes cries, I am king, and for this reason, the other birds call him in mockery, king of the hedges. No one, however, was so happy as the lark at not having to obey the little king. As soon as the sun appears, she ascends high in the air and cries, ah, how beautiful that is. Beautiful that is. Beautiful'beautiful. Ah, how beautiful that is."
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He had lived free and would die free, and anxiously flying hither and thither, he cried, \"Where shall I go? Where shall I go?\" He retired into a solitary and unfrequented marsh, and showed himself no more among his fellows.\n\nThe birds now wished to discuss the matter, and on a fine may morning they all gathered together from the woods and fields, eagles and chaffinches, owls and crows, larks and sparrows, how can I name them all. Even the cuckoo came, and the hoopoe, his clerk, who is so called because he is always heard a few days before him, and a very small bird which as yet had no name, mingled with the band. The hen, which by some accident had heard nothing of the whole matter, was astonished at the great assemblage. What, what, what is going to be done, she cackled. But the cock calmed his beloved hen, and said, only a lot of rich people, and told her what they had on hand. It was decided that the one who could fly the highest should be king. A tree-frog which was sitting among the bushes, when he heard that, cried a warning, no, no, no, no, because he thought that many tears would be shed because of this. But the crow said, caw, caw, and that all would pass off peaceably.\n\nIt was now determined that on this fine morning they should at once begin to ascend, so that hereafter no one should be able to say, I could easily have flown much higher, but the evening came on, and I could do no more. On a given signal, therefore, the whole troop rose up in the air. The dust ascended from the land, and there was tremendous fluttering and whirring and beating of wings, and it looked as if a black cloud was rising up. The little birds were soon left behind. They could go no farther, and fell back to the ground. The larger birds held out longer, but none could equal the eagle, who mounted so high that he could have plucked the eyes out of the sun. And when he saw that the others could not get up to him, he thought, why should you fly still higher. You are the king, and began to let himself down again. The birds beneath him at once cried to him, you must be our king, no one has flown so high as you. Except me, screamed the little fellow without a name, who had crept into the breast-feathers of the eagle. And as he was not at all tired, he rose up and mounted so high that he reached heaven itself. However, when he had gone as far as this, he folded his wings together, and called down with clear and penetrating voice, I am king. I am king. You, our king, cried the birds angrily. You have managed it by trick and cunning. So they made another condition. He should be king who could go down lowest in the ground. How the goose did flap about with its broad breast when it was once more on land. How quickly the cock scratched a hole. The duck came off the worst of all, for she leapt into a ditch, but sprained her legs, and waddled away to a neighboring pond, crying, cheating, cheating. The little bird without a name, however, sought out a mouse-hole, slipped down into it, and cried out of it with his small voice, I am king. I am king. You our king, cried the birds still more angrily. Do you think your cunning shall prevail. They determined to keep him a prisoner in the hole and starve him out. The owl was placed as sentinel in front of it, and was not to let the rascal out if she had any value for her life. When evening was come and all the birds were feeling very tired after the exertion of so much flying, they went to bed with their wives and children. The owl alone remained standing by the mouse-hole, gazing steadfastly into it with her great eyes. Then she, too, grew tired and thought to herself, you might certainly shut one eye, you will still watch with the other, and the little villain shall not come out of his hole. So she shut one eye, and with the other looked straight at the mouse-hole. The little fellow put his head out and peeped, and wanted to slip away, but the owl came forward immediately, and he drew his head back again. Then the owl opened the one eye again, and shut the other, intending to shut them in turn all through the night. But when she next shut the one eye, she forgot to open the other, and as soon as both her eyes were shut she fell asleep. The little fellow soon observed that, and slipped away. From that day forth, the owl has never dared to show herself by daylight, for if she does the other birds chase her and pluck her feathers out. She flies out only by night, but hates and pursues mice because they make such ugly holes. The little bird, too, is very unwilling to let himself be seen, because he is afraid it will cost him his life if he is caught. He steals about in the hedges, and when he is quite safe, he sometimes cries, I am king, and for this reason, the other birds call him in mockery, king of the hedges. No one, however, was so happy as the lark at not having to obey the little king. As soon as the sun appears, she ascends high in the air and cries, ah, how beautiful that is. Beautiful that is. Beautiful'beautiful. Ah, how beautiful that is.",
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    "At this time the birds also had their own language which every one understood. Now it only sounds like chirping, screeching, and whistling, and sometimes like music without words. It came into the birds' mind, however, that they would no longer be without a ruler, and would choose one of themselves to be their king. One alone among them, the green plover, was opposed to this. He had lived free and would die free, and anxiously flying hither and thither, he cried, \"Where shall I go? Where shall I go?\" He retired into a solitary and unfrequented marsh, and showed himself no more among his fellows.",
    "The birds now wished to discuss the matter, and on a fine may morning they all gathered together from the woods and fields, eagles and chaffinches, owls and crows, larks and sparrows, how can I name them all. Even the cuckoo came, and the hoopoe, his clerk, who is so called because he is always heard a few days before him, and a very small bird which as yet had no name, mingled with the band. The hen, which by some accident had heard nothing of the whole matter, was astonished at the great assemblage. What, what, what is going to be done, she cackled. But the cock calmed his beloved hen, and said, only a lot of rich people, and told her what they had on hand. It was decided that the one who could fly the highest should be king. A tree-frog which was sitting among the bushes, when he heard that, cried a warning, no, no, no, no, because he thought that many tears would be shed because of this. But the crow said, caw, caw, and that all would pass off peaceably.",
    "It was now determined that on this fine morning they should at once begin to ascend, so that hereafter no one should be able to say, I could easily have flown much higher, but the evening came on, and I could do no more. On a given signal, therefore, the whole troop rose up in the air. The dust ascended from the land, and there was tremendous fluttering and whirring and beating of wings, and it looked as if a black cloud was rising up. The little birds were soon left behind. They could go no farther, and fell back to the ground. The larger birds held out longer, but none could equal the eagle, who mounted so high that he could have plucked the eyes out of the sun. And when he saw that the others could not get up to him, he thought, why should you fly still higher. You are the king, and began to let himself down again. The birds beneath him at once cried to him, you must be our king, no one has flown so high as you. Except me, screamed the little fellow without a name, who had crept into the breast-feathers of the eagle. And as he was not at all tired, he rose up and mounted so high that he reached heaven itself. However, when he had gone as far as this, he folded his wings together, and called down with clear and penetrating voice, I am king. I am king. You, our king, cried the birds angrily. You have managed it by trick and cunning. So they made another condition. He should be king who could go down lowest in the ground. How the goose did flap about with its broad breast when it was once more on land. How quickly the cock scratched a hole. The duck came off the worst of all, for she leapt into a ditch, but sprained her legs, and waddled away to a neighboring pond, crying, cheating, cheating. The little bird without a name, however, sought out a mouse-hole, slipped down into it, and cried out of it with his small voice, I am king. I am king. You our king, cried the birds still more angrily. Do you think your cunning shall prevail. They determined to keep him a prisoner in the hole and starve him out. The owl was placed as sentinel in front of it, and was not to let the rascal out if she had any value for her life. When evening was come and all the birds were feeling very tired after the exertion of so much flying, they went to bed with their wives and children. The owl alone remained standing by the mouse-hole, gazing steadfastly into it with her great eyes. Then she, too, grew tired and thought to herself, you might certainly shut one eye, you will still watch with the other, and the little villain shall not come out of his hole. So she shut one eye, and with the other looked straight at the mouse-hole. The little fellow put his head out and peeped, and wanted to slip away, but the owl came forward immediately, and he drew his head back again. Then the owl opened the one eye again, and shut the other, intending to shut them in turn all through the night. But when she next shut the one eye, she forgot to open the other, and as soon as both her eyes were shut she fell asleep. The little fellow soon observed that, and slipped away. From that day forth, the owl has never dared to show herself by daylight, for if she does the other birds chase her and pluck her feathers out. She flies out only by night, but hates and pursues mice because they make such ugly holes. The little bird, too, is very unwilling to let himself be seen, because he is afraid it will cost him his life if he is caught. He steals about in the hedges, and when he is quite safe, he sometimes cries, I am king, and for this reason, the other birds call him in mockery, king of the hedges. No one, however, was so happy as the lark at not having to obey the little king. As soon as the sun appears, she ascends high in the air and cries, ah, how beautiful that is. Beautiful that is. Beautiful'beautiful. Ah, how beautiful that is."
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He had lived free and would die free, and anxiously flying hither and thither, he cried, \"Where shall I go? Where shall I go?\" He retired into a solitary and unfrequented marsh, and showed himself no more among his fellows.\n\nThe birds now wished to discuss the matter, and on a fine may morning they all gathered together from the woods and fields, eagles and chaffinches, owls and crows, larks and sparrows, how can I name them all. Even the cuckoo came, and the hoopoe, his clerk, who is so called because he is always heard a few days before him, and a very small bird which as yet had no name, mingled with the band. The hen, which by some accident had heard nothing of the whole matter, was astonished at the great assemblage. What, what, what is going to be done, she cackled. But the cock calmed his beloved hen, and said, only a lot of rich people, and told her what they had on hand. It was decided that the one who could fly the highest should be king. A tree-frog which was sitting among the bushes, when he heard that, cried a warning, no, no, no, no, because he thought that many tears would be shed because of this. But the crow said, caw, caw, and that all would pass off peaceably.\n\nIt was now determined that on this fine morning they should at once begin to ascend, so that hereafter no one should be able to say, I could easily have flown much higher, but the evening came on, and I could do no more. On a given signal, therefore, the whole troop rose up in the air. The dust ascended from the land, and there was tremendous fluttering and whirring and beating of wings, and it looked as if a black cloud was rising up. The little birds were soon left behind. They could go no farther, and fell back to the ground. The larger birds held out longer, but none could equal the eagle, who mounted so high that he could have plucked the eyes out of the sun. And when he saw that the others could not get up to him, he thought, why should you fly still higher. You are the king, and began to let himself down again. The birds beneath him at once cried to him, you must be our king, no one has flown so high as you. Except me, screamed the little fellow without a name, who had crept into the breast-feathers of the eagle. And as he was not at all tired, he rose up and mounted so high that he reached heaven itself. However, when he had gone as far as this, he folded his wings together, and called down with clear and penetrating voice, I am king. I am king. You, our king, cried the birds angrily. You have managed it by trick and cunning. So they made another condition. He should be king who could go down lowest in the ground. How the goose did flap about with its broad breast when it was once more on land. How quickly the cock scratched a hole. The duck came off the worst of all, for she leapt into a ditch, but sprained her legs, and waddled away to a neighboring pond, crying, cheating, cheating. The little bird without a name, however, sought out a mouse-hole, slipped down into it, and cried out of it with his small voice, I am king. I am king. You our king, cried the birds still more angrily. Do you think your cunning shall prevail. They determined to keep him a prisoner in the hole and starve him out. The owl was placed as sentinel in front of it, and was not to let the rascal out if she had any value for her life. When evening was come and all the birds were feeling very tired after the exertion of so much flying, they went to bed with their wives and children. The owl alone remained standing by the mouse-hole, gazing steadfastly into it with her great eyes. Then she, too, grew tired and thought to herself, you might certainly shut one eye, you will still watch with the other, and the little villain shall not come out of his hole. So she shut one eye, and with the other looked straight at the mouse-hole. The little fellow put his head out and peeped, and wanted to slip away, but the owl came forward immediately, and he drew his head back again. Then the owl opened the one eye again, and shut the other, intending to shut them in turn all through the night. But when she next shut the one eye, she forgot to open the other, and as soon as both her eyes were shut she fell asleep. The little fellow soon observed that, and slipped away. From that day forth, the owl has never dared to show herself by daylight, for if she does the other birds chase her and pluck her feathers out. She flies out only by night, but hates and pursues mice because they make such ugly holes. The little bird, too, is very unwilling to let himself be seen, because he is afraid it will cost him his life if he is caught. He steals about in the hedges, and when he is quite safe, he sometimes cries, I am king, and for this reason, the other birds call him in mockery, king of the hedges. No one, however, was so happy as the lark at not having to obey the little king. As soon as the sun appears, she ascends high in the air and cries, ah, how beautiful that is. Beautiful that is. Beautiful'beautiful. Ah, how beautiful that is.",
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    "At this time the birds also had their own language which every one understood. Now it only sounds like chirping, screeching, and whistling, and sometimes like music without words. It came into the birds' mind, however, that they would no longer be without a ruler, and would choose one of themselves to be their king. One alone among them, the green plover, was opposed to this. He had lived free and would die free, and anxiously flying hither and thither, he cried, \"Where shall I go? Where shall I go?\" He retired into a solitary and unfrequented marsh, and showed himself no more among his fellows.",
    "The birds now wished to discuss the matter, and on a fine may morning they all gathered together from the woods and fields, eagles and chaffinches, owls and crows, larks and sparrows, how can I name them all. Even the cuckoo came, and the hoopoe, his clerk, who is so called because he is always heard a few days before him, and a very small bird which as yet had no name, mingled with the band. The hen, which by some accident had heard nothing of the whole matter, was astonished at the great assemblage. What, what, what is going to be done, she cackled. But the cock calmed his beloved hen, and said, only a lot of rich people, and told her what they had on hand. It was decided that the one who could fly the highest should be king.",
    "A tree-frog which was sitting among the bushes, when he heard that, cried a warning, no, no, no, no, because he thought that many tears would be shed because of this. But the crow said, caw, caw, and that all would pass off peaceably.",
    "It was now determined that on this fine morning they should at once begin to ascend, so that hereafter no one should be able to say, I could easily have flown much higher, but the evening came on, and I could do no more. On a given signal, therefore, the whole troop rose up in the air. The dust ascended from the land, and there was tremendous fluttering and whirring and beating of wings, and it looked as if a black cloud was rising up. The little birds were soon left behind. They could go no farther, and fell back to the ground. The larger birds held out longer, but none could equal the eagle, who mounted so high that he could have plucked the eyes out of the sun. And when he saw that the others could not get up to him, he thought, why should you fly still higher.",
    "You are the king, and began to let himself down again. The birds beneath him at once cried to him, you must be our king, no one has flown so high as you. Except me, screamed the little fellow without a name, who had crept into the breast-feathers of the eagle. And as he was not at all tired, he rose up and mounted so high that he reached heaven itself. However, when he had gone as far as this, he folded his wings together, and called down with clear and penetrating voice, I am king. I am king. You, our king, cried the birds angrily. You have managed it by trick and cunning. So they made another condition. He should be king who could go down lowest in the ground. How the goose did flap about with its broad breast when it was once more on land. How quickly the cock scratched a hole.",
    "The duck came off the worst of all, for she leapt into a ditch, but sprained her legs, and waddled away to a neighboring pond, crying, cheating, cheating. The little bird without a name, however, sought out a mouse-hole, slipped down into it, and cried out of it with his small voice, I am king. I am king. You our king, cried the birds still more angrily. Do you think your cunning shall prevail. They determined to keep him a prisoner in the hole and starve him out. The owl was placed as sentinel in front of it, and was not to let the rascal out if she had any value for her life. When evening was come and all the birds were feeling very tired after the exertion of so much flying, they went to bed with their wives and children.",
    "The owl alone remained standing by the mouse-hole, gazing steadfastly into it with her great eyes. Then she, too, grew tired and thought to herself, you might certainly shut one eye, you will still watch with the other, and the little villain shall not come out of his hole. So she shut one eye, and with the other looked straight at the mouse-hole. The little fellow put his head out and peeped, and wanted to slip away, but the owl came forward immediately, and he drew his head back again. Then the owl opened the one eye again, and shut the other, intending to shut them in turn all through the night. But when she next shut the one eye, she forgot to open the other, and as soon as both her eyes were shut she fell asleep. The little fellow soon observed that, and slipped away.",
    "From that day forth, the owl has never dared to show herself by daylight, for if she does the other birds chase her and pluck her feathers out. She flies out only by night, but hates and pursues mice because they make such ugly holes. The little bird, too, is very unwilling to let himself be seen, because he is afraid it will cost him his life if he is caught. He steals about in the hedges, and when he is quite safe, he sometimes cries, I am king, and for this reason, the other birds call him in mockery, king of the hedges. No one, however, was so happy as the lark at not having to obey the little king. As soon as the sun appears, she ascends high in the air and cries, ah, how beautiful that is. Beautiful that is. Beautiful'beautiful. Ah, how beautiful that is."
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    "In olden times every sound still had its meaning and significance. When the smith's hammer resounded, it cried, \"Strike away, strike away.\" When the carpenter's plane grated, it said, \"Here goes, here goes.\" If the mill wheel began to clack, it said, \"Help, Lord God, help, Lord God.\" And if the miller was a cheat and set the mill a-going, it spoke high german, and first asked slowly, \"Who is there? Who is there?\" And then answered quickly, \"The miller, the miller.\" And at last quite in a hurry, \"He steals bravely, He steals bravely, three pecks in a bushel.\"",
    "At this time the birds also had their own language which every one understood. Now it only sounds like chirping, screeching, and whistling, and sometimes like music without words. It came into the birds' mind, however, that they would no longer be without a ruler, and would choose one of themselves to be their king. One alone among them, the green plover, was opposed to this. He had lived free and would die free, and anxiously flying hither and thither, he cried, \"Where shall I go? Where shall I go?\" He retired into a solitary and unfrequented marsh, and showed himself no more among his fellows.",
    "The birds now wished to discuss the matter, and on a fine may morning they all gathered together from the woods and fields, eagles and chaffinches, owls and crows, larks and sparrows, how can I name them all. Even the cuckoo came, and the hoopoe, his clerk, who is so called because he is always heard a few days before him, and a very small bird which as yet had no name, mingled with the band. The hen, which by some accident had heard nothing of the whole matter, was astonished at the great assemblage. What, what, what is going to be done, she cackled. But the cock calmed his beloved hen, and said, only a lot of rich people, and told her what they had on hand. It was decided that the one who could fly the highest should be king. A tree-frog which was sitting among the bushes, when he heard that, cried a warning, no, no, no, no, because he thought that many tears would be shed because of this. But the crow said, caw, caw, and that all would pass off peaceably.",
    "It was now determined that on this fine morning they should at once begin to ascend, so that hereafter no one should be able to say, I could easily have flown much higher, but the evening came on, and I could do no more. On a given signal, therefore, the whole troop rose up in the air. The dust ascended from the land, and there was tremendous fluttering and whirring and beating of wings, and it looked as if a black cloud was rising up. The little birds were soon left behind. They could go no farther, and fell back to the ground. The larger birds held out longer, but none could equal the eagle, who mounted so high that he could have plucked the eyes out of the sun. And when he saw that the others could not get up to him, he thought, why should you fly still higher. You are the king, and began to let himself down again. The birds beneath him at once cried to him, you must be our king, no one has flown so high as you. Except me, screamed the little fellow without a name, who had crept into the breast-feathers of the eagle. And as he was not at all tired, he rose up and mounted so high that he reached heaven itself. However, when he had gone as far as this, he folded his wings together, and called down with clear and penetrating voice, I am king. I am king. You, our king, cried the birds angrily. You have managed it by trick and cunning. So they made another condition. He should be king who could go down lowest in the ground. How the goose did flap about with its broad breast when it was once more on land. How quickly the cock scratched a hole. The duck came off the worst of all, for she leapt into a ditch, but sprained her legs, and waddled away to a neighboring pond, crying, cheating, cheating. The little bird without a name, however, sought out a mouse-hole, slipped down into it, and cried out of it with his small voice, I am king. I am king. You our king, cried the birds still more angrily. Do you think your cunning shall prevail. They determined to keep him a prisoner in the hole and starve him out. The owl was placed as sentinel in front of it, and was not to let the rascal out if she had any value for her life. When evening was come and all the birds were feeling very tired after the exertion of so much flying, they went to bed with their wives and children. The owl alone remained standing by the mouse-hole, gazing steadfastly into it with her great eyes. Then she, too, grew tired and thought to herself, you might certainly shut one eye, you will still watch with the other, and the little villain shall not come out of his hole. So she shut one eye, and with the other looked straight at the mouse-hole. The little fellow put his head out and peeped, and wanted to slip away, but the owl came forward immediately, and he drew his head back again. Then the owl opened the one eye again, and shut the other, intending to shut them in turn all through the night. But when she next shut the one eye, she forgot to open the other, and as soon as both her eyes were shut she fell asleep. The little fellow soon observed that, and slipped away. From that day forth, the owl has never dared to show herself by daylight, for if she does the other birds chase her and pluck her feathers out. She flies out only by night, but hates and pursues mice because they make such ugly holes. The little bird, too, is very unwilling to let himself be seen, because he is afraid it will cost him his life if he is caught. He steals about in the hedges, and when he is quite safe, he sometimes cries, I am king, and for this reason, the other birds call him in mockery, king of the hedges. No one, however, was so happy as the lark at not having to obey the little king. As soon as the sun appears, she ascends high in the air and cries, ah, how beautiful that is. Beautiful that is. Beautiful'beautiful. Ah, how beautiful that is."
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He had lived free and would die free, and anxiously flying hither and thither, he cried, \"Where shall I go? Where shall I go?\" He retired into a solitary and unfrequented marsh, and showed himself no more among his fellows.\n\nThe birds now wished to discuss the matter, and on a fine may morning they all gathered together from the woods and fields, eagles and chaffinches, owls and crows, larks and sparrows, how can I name them all. Even the cuckoo came, and the hoopoe, his clerk, who is so called because he is always heard a few days before him, and a very small bird which as yet had no name, mingled with the band. The hen, which by some accident had heard nothing of the whole matter, was astonished at the great assemblage. What, what, what is going to be done, she cackled. But the cock calmed his beloved hen, and said, only a lot of rich people, and told her what they had on hand. It was decided that the one who could fly the highest should be king. 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    "In olden times every sound still had its meaning and significance. When the smith's hammer resounded, it cried, \"Strike away, strike away.\" When the carpenter's plane grated, it said, \"Here goes, here goes.\" If the mill wheel began to clack, it said, \"Help, Lord God, help, Lord God.\" And if the miller was a cheat and set the mill a-going, it spoke high german, and first asked slowly, \"Who is there? Who is there?\" And then answered quickly, \"The miller, the miller.\" And at last quite in a hurry, \"He steals bravely, He steals bravely, three pecks in a bushel.\"",
    "At this time the birds also had their own language which every one understood. Now it only sounds like chirping, screeching, and whistling, and sometimes like music without words. It came into the birds' mind, however, that they would no longer be without a ruler, and would choose one of themselves to be their king. One alone among them, the green plover, was opposed to this. He had lived free and would die free, and anxiously flying hither and thither, he cried, \"Where shall I go? Where shall I go?\" He retired into a solitary and unfrequented marsh, and showed himself no more among his fellows.",
    "The birds now wished to discuss the matter, and on a fine may morning they all gathered together from the woods and fields, eagles and chaffinches, owls and crows, larks and sparrows, how can I name them all. Even the cuckoo came, and the hoopoe, his clerk, who is so called because he is always heard a few days before him, and a very small bird which as yet had no name, mingled with the band. The hen, which by some accident had heard nothing of the whole matter, was astonished at the great assemblage. What, what, what is going to be done, she cackled. But the cock calmed his beloved hen, and said, only a lot of rich people, and told her what they had on hand. It was decided that the one who could fly the highest should be king.",
    "A tree-frog which was sitting among the bushes, when he heard that, cried a warning, no, no, no, no, because he thought that many tears would be shed because of this. But the crow said, caw, caw, and that all would pass off peaceably.",
    "It was now determined that on this fine morning they should at once begin to ascend, so that hereafter no one should be able to say, I could easily have flown much higher, but the evening came on, and I could do no more. On a given signal, therefore, the whole troop rose up in the air. The dust ascended from the land, and there was tremendous fluttering and whirring and beating of wings, and it looked as if a black cloud was rising up. The little birds were soon left behind. They could go no farther, and fell back to the ground. The larger birds held out longer, but none could equal the eagle, who mounted so high that he could have plucked the eyes out of the sun. And when he saw that the others could not get up to him, he thought, why should you fly still higher.",
    "You are the king, and began to let himself down again. The birds beneath him at once cried to him, you must be our king, no one has flown so high as you. Except me, screamed the little fellow without a name, who had crept into the breast-feathers of the eagle. And as he was not at all tired, he rose up and mounted so high that he reached heaven itself. However, when he had gone as far as this, he folded his wings together, and called down with clear and penetrating voice, I am king. I am king. You, our king, cried the birds angrily. You have managed it by trick and cunning. So they made another condition. He should be king who could go down lowest in the ground. How the goose did flap about with its broad breast when it was once more on land. How quickly the cock scratched a hole.",
    "The duck came off the worst of all, for she leapt into a ditch, but sprained her legs, and waddled away to a neighboring pond, crying, cheating, cheating. The little bird without a name, however, sought out a mouse-hole, slipped down into it, and cried out of it with his small voice, I am king. I am king. You our king, cried the birds still more angrily. Do you think your cunning shall prevail. They determined to keep him a prisoner in the hole and starve him out. The owl was placed as sentinel in front of it, and was not to let the rascal out if she had any value for her life. When evening was come and all the birds were feeling very tired after the exertion of so much flying, they went to bed with their wives and children.",
    "The owl alone remained standing by the mouse-hole, gazing steadfastly into it with her great eyes. Then she, too, grew tired and thought to herself, you might certainly shut one eye, you will still watch with the other, and the little villain shall not come out of his hole. So she shut one eye, and with the other looked straight at the mouse-hole. The little fellow put his head out and peeped, and wanted to slip away, but the owl came forward immediately, and he drew his head back again. Then the owl opened the one eye again, and shut the other, intending to shut them in turn all through the night. But when she next shut the one eye, she forgot to open the other, and as soon as both her eyes were shut she fell asleep. The little fellow soon observed that, and slipped away.",
    "From that day forth, the owl has never dared to show herself by daylight, for if she does the other birds chase her and pluck her feathers out. She flies out only by night, but hates and pursues mice because they make such ugly holes. The little bird, too, is very unwilling to let himself be seen, because he is afraid it will cost him his life if he is caught. He steals about in the hedges, and when he is quite safe, he sometimes cries, I am king, and for this reason, the other birds call him in mockery, king of the hedges. No one, however, was so happy as the lark at not having to obey the little king. As soon as the sun appears, she ascends high in the air and cries, ah, how beautiful that is. Beautiful that is. Beautiful'beautiful. Ah, how beautiful that is."
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    "In the old days, every sound had a special meaning. When the blacksmith hit his hammer, it said, \"Strike away, strike away.\" When the carpenter used his plane, it said, \"Here goes, here goes.\" If the mill wheel started to clack, it cried, \"Help, Lord God, help, Lord God.\" And if the miller was not honest and turned the mill, it spoke in a secret language. It asked slowly, \"Who is there? Who is there?\" Then it answered quickly, \"The miller, the miller.\" And at last, it said in a hurry, \"He steals bravely, He steals bravely, three pecks in a bushel.",
    "The birds used to talk to each other in a special way. Now, it just sounds like chirping, whistling, and singing. But once, they wanted a king to lead them. Most birds agreed, but one green bird said no. He wanted to stay free and happy. He flew around and cried, \"Where shall I go? Where shall I go?\" So, he hid away in a quiet, secret marsh and never came back to his friends.",
    "On a fine May morning, the birds gathered to talk. Eagles and sparrows, owls and crows, larks and finches, came from the woods and fields. Even the cuckoo came, and the hoopoe, who is always heard before the others. A tiny, nameless bird joined the group, too. The hen, who had missed all the news, was surprised by the big crowd. \"What is going on?\" she asked. But the cock calmed her and said, \"It is just a meeting of friends.\" They decided that the bird who could fly the highest would be king.",
    "A little tree-frog sitting in the bushes heard the news. He cried out a soft warning, \"No, no, no.\" He was worried that everyone would cry. But the big crow just said, \"Caw, caw.\" He promised that everything would be okay and pass peacefully.",
    "Now it was time to fly up high. They wanted to make sure they could go as far as they could. The sun was shining, so they started their journey. On a special signal, the whole group took off into the sky. The dust rose from the ground, and there was a lot of flapping and whirring. It looked just like a dark cloud moving up. The little birds got tired and had to come back down. The bigger birds flew a little longer, but the eagle was the strongest. He flew so high that he could almost touch the sun. When he looked down and saw the others, he thought, \"Why should I fly any higher?",
    "You are the king, and he began to let himself down again. The birds beneath him cried out, \"You must be our king! No one has flown so high as you.\" But a tiny bird without a name, who was hiding in the eagle's feathers, shouted, \"Except me!\" He was not tired at all. He flew up higher and higher until he reached the sky itself. Then he folded his wings and called down in a clear voice, \"I am king! I am king!\" The birds were angry. \"You are not our king,\" they cried. \"You did that by trickery.\" So they made a new rule. The king would be the one who could fly down the lowest into the ground. How the goose flapped its wings happily when it was back on the ground. How quickly the little rooster scratched a hole in the dirt.",
    "The duck was the saddest of them all. She jumped into a ditch, but she hurt her legs. She waddled away to a pond nearby, crying, \"They cheated! They cheated!\"\n\nThe little bird without a name found a mouse hole. He slipped inside and called out, \"I am king! I am king!\"\n\nThe other birds were very angry. \"You think you can trick us?\" they cried. \"We will keep you in that hole until you are hungry!\"\n\nThe owl stood guard in front of hole. She promised not to let the little bird out if she wanted to stay safe.\n\nWhen evening came, the birds were very tired from flying. They went to sleep with their families, feeling safe and warm.",
    "The owl stood all alone by the mouse hole. She looked deep inside with her big eyes. Then she got tired. She thought, \"I can close one eye and still watch with the other. The little mouse will not come out.\" So she closed one eye and watched the hole with the other. The little mouse stuck his head out to peek. He tried to run away, but the owl moved closer. The mouse pulled his head back quickly. The owl opened her eye again and closed the other one. She wanted to keep doing this all night. But when she closed the first eye, she forgot to open the other. Soon, both her eyes were shut, and she fell fast asleep. The little mouse saw this and slipped away quietly.",
    "From that day on, the owl stays hidden by day. The other birds chase her away if she comes out. She only flies at night, but she hates mice because they make holes in the ground. The little bird is very shy, too. He is afraid that if anyone sees him, he might get hurt. He stays hidden in the bushes. When he feels safe, he sings, \"I am the king!\" The other birds laugh and call him the King of the Hedges. No one was happier than the little lark. She did not have to listen to the little king. As soon as the sun comes up, she flies high into the sky. She sings, \"Oh, how beautiful the day is. Beautiful. Beautiful. Oh, how beautiful the day is."
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Where shall I go?\" So, he hid away in a quiet, secret marsh and never came back to his friends.\n\nOn a fine May morning, the birds gathered to talk. Eagles and sparrows, owls and crows, larks and finches, came from the woods and fields. Even the cuckoo came, and the hoopoe, who is always heard before the others. A tiny, nameless bird joined the group, too. The hen, who had missed all the news, was surprised by the big crowd. \"What is going on?\" she asked. But the cock calmed her and said, \"It is just a meeting of friends.\" They decided that the bird who could fly the highest would be king.\n\nA little tree-frog sitting in the bushes heard the news. He cried out a soft warning, \"No, no, no.\" He was worried that everyone would cry. But the big crow just said, \"Caw, caw.\" He promised that everything would be okay and pass peacefully.\n\nNow it was time to fly up high. They wanted to make sure they could go as far as they could. The sun was shining, so they started their journey. On a special signal, the whole group took off into the sky. The dust rose from the ground, and there was a lot of flapping and whirring. It looked just like a dark cloud moving up. The little birds got tired and had to come back down. The bigger birds flew a little longer, but the eagle was the strongest. He flew so high that he could almost touch the sun. When he looked down and saw the others, he thought, \"Why should I fly any higher?\n\nYou are the king, and he began to let himself down again. The birds beneath him cried out, \"You must be our king! No one has flown so high as you.\" But a tiny bird without a name, who was hiding in the eagle's feathers, shouted, \"Except me!\" He was not tired at all. He flew up higher and higher until he reached the sky itself. Then he folded his wings and called down in a clear voice, \"I am king! I am king!\" The birds were angry. \"You are not our king,\" they cried. \"You did that by trickery.\" So they made a new rule. The king would be the one who could fly down the lowest into the ground. How the goose flapped its wings happily when it was back on the ground. How quickly the little rooster scratched a hole in the dirt.\n\nThe duck was the saddest of them all. She jumped into a ditch, but she hurt her legs. She waddled away to a pond nearby, crying, \"They cheated! They cheated!\"\n\nThe little bird without a name found a mouse hole. He slipped inside and called out, \"I am king! I am king!\"\n\nThe other birds were very angry. \"You think you can trick us?\" they cried. \"We will keep you in that hole until you are hungry!\"\n\nThe owl stood guard in front of hole. She promised not to let the little bird out if she wanted to stay safe.\n\nWhen evening came, the birds were very tired from flying. They went to sleep with their families, feeling safe and warm.\n\nThe owl stood all alone by the mouse hole. She looked deep inside with her big eyes. Then she got tired. She thought, \"I can close one eye and still watch with the other. The little mouse will not come out.\" So she closed one eye and watched the hole with the other. The little mouse stuck his head out to peek. He tried to run away, but the owl moved closer. The mouse pulled his head back quickly. The owl opened her eye again and closed the other one. She wanted to keep doing this all night. But when she closed the first eye, she forgot to open the other. Soon, both her eyes were shut, and she fell fast asleep. The little mouse saw this and slipped away quietly.\n\nFrom that day on, the owl stays hidden by day. The other birds chase her away if she comes out. She only flies at night, but she hates mice because they make holes in the ground. The little bird is very shy, too. He is afraid that if anyone sees him, he might get hurt. He stays hidden in the bushes. When he feels safe, he sings, \"I am the king!\" The other birds laugh and call him the King of the Hedges. No one was happier than the little lark. She did not have to listen to the little king. As soon as the sun comes up, she flies high into the sky. She sings, \"Oh, how beautiful the day is. Beautiful. Beautiful. Oh, how beautiful the day is.",
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    "In the old days, every sound had a special meaning. When the blacksmith hit his hammer, it said, \"Strike away, strike away.\" When the carpenter used his plane, it said, \"Here goes, here goes.\" If the mill wheel started to clack, it cried, \"Help, Lord God, help, Lord God.\" And if the miller was not honest and turned the mill, it spoke in a secret language. It asked slowly, \"Who is there? Who is there?\" Then it answered quickly, \"The miller, the miller.\" And at last, it said in a hurry, \"He steals bravely, He steals bravely, three pecks in a bushel.",
    "The birds used to talk to each other in a special way. Now, it just sounds like chirping, whistling, and singing. But once, they wanted a king to lead them. Most birds agreed, but one green bird said no. He wanted to stay free and happy. He flew around and cried, \"Where shall I go? Where shall I go?\" So, he hid away in a quiet, secret marsh and never came back to his friends.",
    "On a fine May morning, the birds gathered to talk. Eagles and sparrows, owls and crows, larks and finches, came from the woods and fields. Even the cuckoo came, and the hoopoe, who is always heard before the others. A tiny, nameless bird joined the group, too. The hen, who had missed all the news, was surprised by the big crowd. \"What is going on?\" she asked. But the cock calmed her and said, \"It is just a meeting of friends.\" They decided that the bird who could fly the highest would be king.",
    "A little tree-frog sitting in the bushes heard the news. He cried out a soft warning, \"No, no, no.\" He was worried that everyone would cry. But the big crow just said, \"Caw, caw.\" He promised that everything would be okay and pass peacefully.",
    "Now it was time to fly up high. They wanted to make sure they could go as far as they could. The sun was shining, so they started their journey. On a special signal, the whole group took off into the sky. The dust rose from the ground, and there was a lot of flapping and whirring. It looked just like a dark cloud moving up. The little birds got tired and had to come back down. The bigger birds flew a little longer, but the eagle was the strongest. He flew so high that he could almost touch the sun. When he looked down and saw the others, he thought, \"Why should I fly any higher?",
    "You are the king, and he began to let himself down again. The birds beneath him cried out, \"You must be our king! No one has flown so high as you.\" But a tiny bird without a name, who was hiding in the eagle's feathers, shouted, \"Except me!\" He was not tired at all. He flew up higher and higher until he reached the sky itself. Then he folded his wings and called down in a clear voice, \"I am king! I am king!\" The birds were angry. \"You are not our king,\" they cried. \"You did that by trickery.\" So they made a new rule. The king would be the one who could fly down the lowest into the ground. How the goose flapped its wings happily when it was back on the ground. How quickly the little rooster scratched a hole in the dirt.",
    "The duck was the saddest of them all. She jumped into a ditch, but she hurt her legs. She waddled away to a pond nearby, crying, \"They cheated! They cheated!\"\n\nThe little bird without a name found a mouse hole. He slipped inside and called out, \"I am king! I am king!\"\n\nThe other birds were very angry. \"You think you can trick us?\" they cried. \"We will keep you in that hole until you are hungry!\"\n\nThe owl stood guard in front of hole. She promised not to let the little bird out if she wanted to stay safe.\n\nWhen evening came, the birds were very tired from flying. They went to sleep with their families, feeling safe and warm.",
    "The owl stood all alone by the mouse hole. She looked deep inside with her big eyes. Then she got tired. She thought, \"I can close one eye and still watch with the other. The little mouse will not come out.\" So she closed one eye and watched the hole with the other. The little mouse stuck his head out to peek. He tried to run away, but the owl moved closer. The mouse pulled his head back quickly. The owl opened her eye again and closed the other one. She wanted to keep doing this all night. But when she closed the first eye, she forgot to open the other. Soon, both her eyes were shut, and she fell fast asleep. The little mouse saw this and slipped away quietly.",
    "From that day on, the owl stays hidden by day. The other birds chase her away if she comes out. She only flies at night, but she hates mice because they make holes in the ground. The little bird is very shy, too. He is afraid that if anyone sees him, he might get hurt. He stays hidden in the bushes. When he feels safe, he sings, \"I am the king!\" The other birds laugh and call him the King of the Hedges. No one was happier than the little lark. She did not have to listen to the little king. As soon as the sun comes up, she flies high into the sky. She sings, \"Oh, how beautiful the day is. Beautiful. Beautiful. Oh, how beautiful the day is."
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