The Little Robber Girl
The Boy Who Cried Wolf
AMERICAN INDIAN STORIES
Animal Sketches And Stories
Blondine Bonne Biche and Beau Minon
BRER RABBIT and HIS NEIGHBORS
CHINESE MOTHER-GOOSE RHYMES
FABLES FOR CHILDREN
FABLES FROM INDIA
FATHER PLAYS AND MOTHER PLAYS
FIRST STORIES FOR VERY LITTLE FOLK
For Classes Ii. And Iii.
For Classes Iv. And V.
For Kindergarten And Class I.
FUN FOR VERY LITTLE FOLK
Good Little Henry
JAPANESE AND OTHER ORIENTAL TALES]
Jean De La Fontaine
King Alexander's Adventures
KINGS AND WARRIORS
LAND AND WATER FAIRIES
Lessons From Nature
LITTLE STORIES that GROW BIG
MODERN FAIRY TALES
MOTHER GOOSE CONTINUED
MOTHER GOOSE JINGLES
MOTHER GOOSE SONGS AND STORIES
Myths And Legends
NEGLECT THE FIRE
ON POPULAR EDUCATION
PLACES AND FAMILIES
Poems Of Nature
RESURRECTION DAY (EASTER)
RHYMES CONCERNING "MOTHER"
RIDING SONGS for FATHER'S KNEE
ROMANCES OF THE MIDDLE AGES
SAINT VALENTINE'S DAY
Selections From The Bible
SLEEPY-TIME SONGS AND STORIES
Some Children's Poets
Songs Of Life
STORIES BY FAVORITE AMERICAN WRITERS
STORIES FOR CHILDREN
STORIES for LITTLE BOYS
STORIES FROM BOTANY
STORIES FROM GREAT BRITAIN
STORIES FROM IRELAND
STORIES FROM PHYSICS
STORIES FROM SCANDINAVIA
STORIES FROM ZOOLOGY
STORIES _for_ LITTLE GIRLS
THE DAYS OF THE WEEK
The King Of The Golden River; Or, The Black Brothers
The Little Grey Mouse
THE OLD FAIRY TALES
The Princess Rosette
THE THREE HERMITS
THE TWO OLD MEN
UNCLES AND AUNTS AND OTHER RELATIVES
VERSES ABOUT FAIRIES
WHAT MEN LIVE BY
WHERE LOVE IS, THERE GOD IS ALSO
The Old Woman Who Became A Woodpecker
from Good Stories For Great Holidays
- BIRD DAY
BY PHOEBE CARY (ADAPTED)
Afar in the Northland, where the winter days are so short and the nights
so long, and where they harness the reindeer to sledges, and where the
children look like bear's cubs in their funny, furry clothes, there,
long ago, wandered a good Saint on the snowy roads.
He came one day to the door of a cottage, and looking in saw a little
old woman making cakes, and baking them on the hearth.
Now, the good Saint was faint with fasting, and he asked if she would
give him one small cake wherewith to stay his hunger.
So the little old woman made a VERY SMALL cake and placed it on the
hearth; but as it lay baking she looked at it and thought: "That is a
big cake, indeed, quite too big for me to give away."
Then she kneaded another cake, much smaller, and laid that on the hearth
to cook, but when she turned it over it looked larger than the first.
So she took a tiny scrap of dough, and rolled it out, and rolled it out,
and baked it as thin as a wafer; but when it was done it looked so large
that she could not bear to part with it; and she said: "My cakes are
much too big to give away,"--and she put them on the shelf.
Then the good Saint grew angry, for he was hungry and faint. "You are
too selfish to have a human form," said he. "You are too greedy to
deserve food, shelter, and a warm fire. Instead, henceforth, you shall
build as the birds do, and get your scanty living by picking up nuts and
berries and by boring, boring all the day long, in the bark of trees."
Hardly had the good Saint said this when the little old woman went
straight up the chimney, and came out at the top changed into a
red-headed woodpecker with coal-black feathers.
And now every country boy may see her in the woods, where she lives in
trees boring, boring, boring for her food.
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