Well, at moonlight, sure enough, the fox came home to dine. And at once the geese began to say good-by.
"Ga-ga-ga-ga-ga-" said one. And when he stopped for breath, "Ga-ga-ga-ga-" said another. And, when he stopped, another took it up. And after that, another and another.
So, for all I know, they are at it still. The fox has not yet dined, and the geese are alive and gabbling, though, as the story says at the beginning, it all happened a very long time ago, before any of us were born.
—Angela M. Keyes
THE HAPPY PRINCE
(Especially suitable in winter season)
High above the city, on a tall column, stood the statue of the Happy Prince. He was gilded all over with thin leaves of fine gold, for eyes he had two bright sapphires, and a large red ruby glowed on his sword-hilt.
"Why can't you be like the Happy Prince?" asked a mother of her little boy who was crying for the moon. "The Happy Prince never dreams of crying for anything."
"I am glad there is some one in the world who is quite happy," muttered a disappointed man as he gazed at the wonderful statue.
