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The Storks
The Storks
[See One For Each Child: One for each of the children who have not sung the
naughty song.]
On the last house in a little village stood a stork`s nest. The Mother
Stork sat in it with her four young ones, who stretched out their heads with
the pointed black beaks, for their beaks had not yet turned red. A little way
off stood the Father Stork, all alone on the ridge of the roof, quite upright
and stiff; he had drawn up one of his legs, so as not to be quite idle while
he stood sentry. One would have thought he had been carved out of wood, so
still did he stand. He thought, "It must look very grand, that my wife has a
sentry standing by her nest. They can`t tell that it is her husband. They
certainly think I have been commanded to stand here. That looks so
aristocratic!" And he went on standing on one leg.
Below in the street a whole crowd of children were playing; and when they
caught sight of the Storks, one of the boldest of the boys, and afterwards all
of them, sang the old verse about the Storks. But they only sang it just as he
could remember it: -
"Stork, stork, long-legged stork;
Off to thy home I prithee walk.
Thy dear wife is in the nest,
Where she rocks her young to rest.
"The first he will be hanged,
The second will be hit,
The third he will be shot,
And the fourth put on the spit."
"Just hear what those boys are saying!" said the little Stork children.
"They say we`re to be hanged and killed."
"You`re not to care for that!" said the Mother Stork. "Don`t listen to
it, and then it won`t matter."
But the boys went on singing, and pointed at the Storks mockingly with
their fingers; only one boy, whose name was Peter, declared that it was a sin
to make a jest of animals, and he would not join in it at all.
The Mother Stork comforted her children. "Don`t you mind it at all," she
said; "see how quiet your father stands, though it`s only on one leg."
"We are very much afraid," said the young Storks; and they drew their
heads far back into the nest.
Now to-day, when the children came out again to play, and saw the
Storks, they sang their song, -
"The first he will be hanged,
The second will be hit."
"Shall we be hanged and beaten?" asked the young Storks.
"No, certainly not," replied the mother. "You shall learn to fly; I`ll
exercise you; then we shall fly into the meadows and pay a visit to the frogs;
they will bow before us in the water, and sing `Co-ax! co-ax!` and then we
shall eat them up. That will be a real pleasure."
"And what then?" asked the young Storks.
"Then all the Storks will assemble, all that are here in the whole
country, and the autumn exercises begin: then one must fly well, for that is
highly important, for whoever cannot fly properly will be thrust dead by the
general`s beak; so take care and learn well when the exercising begins."
"But then we shall be killed, as the boys say - and only listen, now
they`re singing again."
"Listen to me, and not to them," said the Mother Stork. "After the great
review we shall fly away to the warm countries, far away from here, over
mountains and forests. We shall fly to Egypt, where there are three covered
houses of stone, which curl in a point and tower above the clouds; they are
called pyramids, and are older than a stork can imagine. There is a river in
that country which runs out of its bed, and then all the land is turned to
mud. One walks about in the mud, and eats frogs."
"O!" cried all the young ones.
"Yes! It is glorious there! One does nothing all day long but eat; and
while we are so comfortable over there, here there is not a green leaf on the
trees; here it is so cold that the clouds freeze to pieces, and fall down in
little white rags!"
It was the snow that she meant, but she could not explain it in any other
way.
"And do the naughty boys freeze to pieces?" asked the young Storks.
"No, they don`t freeze to pieces; but they are not far from it, and must
sit in the dark room and cower. You, on the other hand, can fly about in
foreign lands, where there are flowers, and the sun shines warm."
Now some time had elapsed, and the nestlings had grown so large that they
could stand upright in the nest and look far around; and the Father Stork came
every day with delicious frogs, little snakes, and all kinds of stork -
dainties as he found them. O! it looked funny when he performed feats before
them. He laid his head quite back upon his tail, and clapped with his beak as
if he had been a little clapper; and then he told them stories, all about the
marshes.
"Listen! now you must learn to fly," said the Mother Stork one day; and
all the four young ones had to go out on the ridge of the roof. O, how they
tottered! how they balanced themselves with their wings, and yet they were
nearly falling down.
"Only look at me," said the mother. "Thus you must hold your heads! Thus
you must pitch your feet! One, two! one, two! That`s what will help you on in
the world."
Then she flew a little way, and the young ones made a little clumsy leap.
Bump! - there they lay, for their bodies were too heavy.
"I will not fly!" said one of the young Storks, and crept back into the
nest. "I don`t care about getting to the warm countries."
"Do you want to freeze to death here, when the winter comes? Are the boys
to come and hang you, and singe you, and roast you? Now I`ll call them."
"O no!" cried the young Stork, and hopped out on to the roof again like
the rest.
On the third day they could actually fly a little, and then they thought
they could also soar and hover in the air. They tried it, but - bump! - down
they tumbled, and they had to shoot their wings again quickly enough. Now the
boys came into the street again and sang their song, -
"Stork, stork, long-legged stork!"
"Shall we fly down and pick their eyes out?" asked the young Storks.
"No," replied the mother, "let them alone. Only listen to me; that`s far
more important. One, two, three! - now we fly round to the right. One, two,
three! - now to the left round the chimney! See, that was very good! the last
kick with the feet was so neat and correct that you shall have permission to -
morrow to fly with me to the marsh! Several nice Stork families go there with
their young: show them that mine are the nicest, and that you can start
proudly; that looks well, and will get you consideration."
"But are we not to take revenge on the rude boys?" asked the young
Storks.
"Let them scream as much as they like. You will fly up to the clouds, and
get to the land of the pyramids, when they will have to shiver, and not have a
green leaf or a sweet apple."
"Yes, we will revenge ourselves!" they whispered to one another; and then
the exercising went on.
Among all the boys down in the street, the one most bent upon singing the
teasing song was he who had begun it, and he was quite a little boy. He could
hardly be more than six years old. The young Storks certainly thought he was a
hundred, for he was much bigger than their mother and father; and how should
they know how old children and grown-up people can be! Their revenge was to
come upon this boy, for it was he who had begun, and he always kept on. The
young Storks were very angry; and as they grew bigger they were less inclined
to bear it: at last their mother had to promise them that they should be
revenged, but not till the last day of their stay.
"We must first see how you behave at the grand review. If you get through
badly, so that the general stabs you through the chest with his beak, the boys
will be right, at least in one way. Let us see."
"Yes, you shall see!" cried the young Storks; and then they took all
imaginable pains. They practiced every day, and flew so neatly and so lightly
that it was a pleasure to see them.
Now the autumn came on; all the Storks began to assemble, to fly away to
the warm countries while it is winter here. That was a review. They had to fly
over forests and villages, to show how well they could soar, for it was a long
journey they had before them. The young Storks did their parts so well that
they got as a mark, "Remarkably well, with frogs and snakes." That was the
highest mark; and they might eat the frogs and snakes; and that is what they
did.
"Now we will be revenged!" they said.
"Yes, certainly!" said the Mother Stork. "What I have thought of will be
the best. I know the pond in which all the little mortals lie till the stork
comes and brings them to their parents. The pretty little babies lie there and
dream so sweetly as they never dream afterwards. All parents are glad to have
such a child, and all children want to have a sister or a brother. Now we will
fly to the pond, and bring one for each of the children who have not sung the
naughty song and laughed at the Storks."
"But he who began to sing, - that naughty, ugly boy!" screamed the young
Storks; "what shall we do with him?"
"There is a little dead child in the pond, one that has dreamed itself to
death; we will bring that for him. Then he will cry because we have brought
him a little dead brother. But that good boy - you have not forgotten him, the
one who said, "It is wrong to laugh at animals!` - for him we will bring a
brother and a sister too. And as his name is Peter, all of you shall be called
Peter too."
And it was done as she said; all the storks were named Peter, and so they
are all called even now.
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