THE ANEMONES
THE ANEMONES
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“PEEWIT! Peewit!” cried the lapwing, as he flew over the moss in the wood. “Dame Spring is coming! I can feel it in my legs and wings.”
When the new grass, which lay down below in the earth, heard this, it at once began to sprout and peeped out gaily between the old, yellow straw. For the grass is always in an immense hurry.
Now the anemones in between the trees had also heard the lapwing’s cry, but refused on any account to appear above the earth.