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from Good Stories For Great Holidays - BIRD DAY





BY ABBIE FARWELL BROWN

The dove and the wrinkled little bat once went on a journey together.
When it came toward night a storm arose, and the two companions sought
everywhere for a shelter. But all the birds were sound asleep in their
nests and the animals in their holes and dens. They could find no
welcome anywhere until they came to the hollow tree where old Master Owl
lived, wide awake in the dark.

"Let us knock here," said the shrewd bat; "I know the old fellow is not
asleep. This is his prowling hour, and but that it is a stormy night he
would be abroad hunting.--What ho, Master Owl!" he squeaked, "will you
let in two storm-tossed travelers for a night's lodging?"

Gruffly the selfish old owl bade them enter, and grudgingly invited them
to share his supper. The poor dove was so tired that she could scarcely
eat, but the greedy bat's spirits rose as soon as he saw the viands
spread before him. He was a sly fellow, and immediately began to flatter
his host into good humor. He praised the owl's wisdom and his courage,
his gallantry and his generosity; though every one knew that however
wise old Master Owl might be, he was neither brave nor gallant. As
for his generosity--both the dove and the bat well remembered his
selfishness toward the poor wren, when the owl alone of all the birds
refused to give the little fire-bringer a feather to help cover his
scorched and shivering body.

All this flattery pleased the owl. He puffed and ruffled himself, trying
to look as wise, gallant, and brave as possible. He pressed the bat to
help himself more generously to the viands, which invitation the sly
fellow was not slow to accept.

During this time the dove had not uttered a word. She sat quite still
staring at the bat, and wondering to hear such insincere speeches of
flattery. Suddenly the owl turned to her.

"As for you, Miss Pink-Eyes," he said gruffly, "you keep careful
silence. You are a dull table-companion. Pray, have you nothing to say
for yourself?"

"Yes," exclaimed the mischievous bat; "have you no words of praise for
our kind host? Methinks he deserves some return for this wonderfully
generous, agreeable, tasteful, well-appointed, luxurious, elegant, and
altogether acceptable banquet. What have you to say, O little dove?"

But the dove hung her head, ashamed of her companion, and said very
simply: "O Master Owl, I can only thank you with all my heart for the
hospitality and shelter which you have given me this night. I was beaten
by the storm, and you took me in. I was hungry, and you gave me your
best to eat. I cannot flatter nor make pretty speeches like the bat. I
never learned such manners. But I thank you."

"What!" cried the bat, pretending to be shocked, "is that all you have
to say to our obliging host? Is he not the wisest, bravest, most gallant
and generous of gentlemen? Have you no praise for his noble character as
well as for his goodness to us? I am ashamed of you! You do not deserve
such hospitality. You do not deserve this shelter."

The dove remained silent. Like Cordelia in the play she could not speak
untruths even for her own happiness.

"Truly, you are an unamiable guest," snarled the owl, his yellow eyes
growing keen and fierce with anger and mortified pride. "You are an
ungrateful bird, Miss, and the bat is right. You do not deserve this
generous hospitality which I have offered, this goodly shelter which you
asked. Away with you! Leave my dwelling! Pack off into the storm and see
whether or not your silence will soothe the rain and the wind. Be off, I
say!"

"Yes, away with her!" echoed the bat, flapping his leathery wings.

And the two heartless creatures fell upon the poor little dove and drove
her out into the dark and stormy night.

Poor little dove! All night she was tossed and beaten about shelterless
in the storm, because she had been too truthful to flatter the vain old
owl. But when the bright morning dawned, draggled and weary as she was,
she flew to the court of King Eagle and told him all her trouble. Great
was the indignation of that noble bird.

"For his flattery and his cruelty let the bat never presume to fly
abroad until the sun goes down," he cried. "As for the owl, I have
already doomed him to this punishment for his treatment of the wren. But
henceforth let no bird have anything to do with either of them, the
bat or the owl. Let them be outcasts and night-prowlers, enemies to be
attacked and punished if they appear among us, to be avoided by all in
their loneliness. Flattery and inhospitality, deceit and cruelty,--what
are more hideous than these? Let them cover themselves in darkness and
shun the happy light of day.

"As for you, little dove, let this be a lesson to you to shun the
company of flatterers, who are sure to get you into trouble. But you
shall always be loved for your simplicity and truth. And as a token
of our affection your name shall be used by poets as long as the world
shall last to rhyme with LOVE."





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