its position on the top of the stalk. And away flew the old crow, as old as the hills, with her five black children after her. When she reached her nest built of sticks in the fork of the apple-tree a quarter of a mile away, and she had rested two minutes, she said, "My children, keep away from that field until I tell you the corn has been gathered in."
When the corn was harvested, the old black crow and her five black children went gleaning to pick up the kernels that had dropped, and fat eating they had. And the scarecrow let them enjoy their meal in peace; his duty was done.
—Angela M. Keyes
OEYVIND AND MARIT
There was once a boy named Oeyvind who lived in a hut at the foot of a steep rocky hill. On the roof of the hut walked a little goat. It was Oeyvind's own. Oeyvind kept it there so that it should not go astray, and he carried up leaves and grass to it.
But one fine day the goat leaped down, and away it went up the hill until it came where it never had been before. When Oeyvind ran out of the hut after dinner, he missed his little goat and at once thought of the fox. He looked all about, calling, "Killy-killy-killy-goat!"
"Bay-ay-ay," said the goat, from the top of the
