So the Blackbird stopped the River, took his wife and they went back to their home.
On the way, the Blackbird took all his helpers out of his ear and put each one back where he lived. Taking off his helmet, he said, with a low bow:
“My friends, my wife and I appreciate and thank you for your timely assistance. Without your aid, I should never have been able to overcome the enemy.”
Then the Blackbird threw off his frog-skin coat of armor, put aside his thorn sword, his walnut helmet and his drum, and he and his wife flew back to their home in the tall tree.
He sang her a sweet song, and they all lived happily ever after.
THE KID AND THE TIGER
Once upon a time there lived in the forest a mother goat who had four fat little kids, named Roley, Poley, Skipster and Jumpster.
Not far away from the home of the goats lived a mother tiger with her two little cubs.