Monday
Story, to be told to the children, and retold by them:
THE WOODPECKER
An old lady lived on a hill.
She was very small, and she always wore a black dress and a large white apron with big bows behind.
On her head she wore the queerest little red bonnet that you ever saw.
The little old lady grew very selfish as the years went by. People said this was because she thought of no one but herself.
One morning as she was baking cakes, a tired, hungry old man came up to her door.
“My good woman,” said he, “will you give me one of your cakes? I am very hungry. I have no money, but whatever you first wish for you shall have.”
The old lady looked at her cakes and thought that they were too large to give away. So she broke off a small bit of dough and put it into the oven to bake.