"I told Daddy of the wounded creatures!" said the little boy. "Yes," his Daddy said, "and I have given orders that no one in my country shall hunt through this forest, and from now on your forest friends will be unmolested and can always live here in peace and happiness." For the great king was sorry that he or his men had ever caused any of the forest creatures any sorrow. And after that the creatures of the forest were never harmed and they grew up so tame they would wander right up to the castle, where the king's men would feed them.
The tiny thread of smoke still curls up over the trunk of the fallen tree, and the voices of the little boy and his Daddy mingle with the tiny voices of the three little gnomes as they prepare their dinner; for the great King and the little Prince come often to visit their friends, the three little gnomes.
THE HAPPY RATTLE
Willie Woodchuck sat at the entrance of his burrow home whittling upon a tiny dried gourd.
"What are you making?" asked Timothy Toad, as he hopped through the grass and sat in front of Willie.
"Oh, I am just whittling because I have nothing else to do!" replied Willie Woodchuck.