[The Dragon-Fly and the Water-lily]
In among the green bushes and trees ran the brook. Tall, straight-growing rushes stood along its banks, and whispered to the wind. Out in the middle of the water floated the water-lily, with its white flower and its broad green leaves.
Generally it was quite calm on the brook. But when, now and again, it chanced that the wind took a little turn over it, there was a rustle in the rushes, and the water-lily sometimes ducked completely under the waves. Then its leaves were lifted up in the air and stood on their edges, so that the thick green stalks that came up from the very bottom of the stream found that it was all they could do to hold fast.
All day long the larva of the dragon-fly was crawling up and down the water-lily's stalk.
"Dear me, how stupid it must be to be a water-lily!" it said, and peeped up at the flower.