THE HOSPITALITY OF A MARABOU STORK

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No path of flowers leads to glory, I only want Hercules and his works to be a witness. (La Fountaine.) The first event I remembered was a terrible cataclysm that deprived me of all of my family at once, and … Read More

The sparrow without tongue

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In the village of Nagatani, once lived, in two neighboring houses, a good old man and a nasty old woman. The first was called Nasakeji, the second Arababa. The old man loved birds. He has, especially for sparrows, a marked … Read More

The Sparrow

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In a field of millet, the sparrows were pecking corn. The miller cat watched them quite a long time, but failed to catch them; for as soon as he approached, the birds flew. “I’ll take you anyway, little fools,” said … Read More