Authors: John McCann,Monica Sweeney,Becky Thomas
“No,” replied Gretel, “that will be too heavy for the little duck; she shall take us across, one after the other.”
The good little duck did so,
and when they were once safely across and had walked for a short time, the forest seemed to be more and more familiar to them, and at length they saw from afar their father’s house.
Then they began to run, rushed into the parlour,
and threw themselves into their father’s arms.
The man had not known one happy hour since he had left the children in the forest; the woman, however, was dead.
Gretel emptied her pinafore until pearls and precious stones ran about the room, and Hansel threw one handful after another out of his pocket to add to them. Then all anxiety was at an end, and they lived together in perfect happiness.
My tale is done, there runs a mouse, whosoever catches it,
may make himself a big fur cap out of it.
The Frog-King
In old times when wishing still helped one, there lived a king whose daughters were all beautiful, but the youngest was so beautiful that the sun itself, which has seen so much, was astonished whenever it shone in her face.
Close by the King’s castle lay a great dark forest, and under an old lime-tree in the forest was a well, and when the day was very warm, the King’s child went out into the forest
and sat down by the side of the cool fountain, and when she was dull she took a golden ball,