Read these stories


There was once an ass whose master had made him carry sacks to the mill for many a long year, but whose strength began at last to fail, so that each day as it came found him less capable of work. Then his master began to think of turning him out, but the ass, guessing that something was in the wind that boded him no good, ran away…………Read


IT was so beautiful in the country. It was the summer time. The wheat fields were golden, the oats were green, and the hay stood in great stacks in the green meadows. The stork paraded about among them on his long red legs, chattering away in Egyptian, the language he had learned from his lady mother…………Read


One day, Hans’s mother said,
“Where are you going, Hans?”
Hans answered,
“To Grethel’s, mother.”
“Manage well, Hans.”…………Read

Happy reading!



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