THE LITTLE RED APPLE.
Once there was a little red apple.
It was high up in a tree.
A little girl saw the apple.
“Oh, Apple!” she said. “Come down to me.”
But the little red apple did not hear her, for it was fast asleep.
The bright sun came out.
“Oh, Sun! Dear Sun!” said the little girl. “Will you waken the apple?”
The sun kissed the apple, but it did not fall down.
A little bird sat upon the bough of a tree.
“Little Bird, can you waken the apple?”
The bird sang a pretty song, but that did not waken the apple.
“Here comes West Wind,” said the little girl.
“He will waken the apple for me.”
West Wind shook the tree and down fell the apple.
“Thank you, West Wind,” said the little girl.
The north wind doth blow,
And we shall have snow,
And what will the robin do then?
Poor thing!
He’ll sit in a barn,
And keep himself warm,
And hide his head under his wing,
Poor thing!
THE WIND AND THE SUN.
One day West Wind blew the tops of the trees.
He blew the corn in the fields.
He blew the apples off the trees.
Just then the bright sun came out.
“I am stronger than you,” said West Wind.
“No! I am stronger than you,” said the sun.
Then West Wind said, “Do you see that man?
He has on a warm coat.
I can make the man take it off.”
“Can you?” said the sun.
West Wind blew, and blew, and blew.
But the man did not take off his coat.
“This is a cold wind,” he said.
“Now it is my turn,” said the sun.
“I can make the man take off his coat.”
“Do it,” said West Wind.
The sun came out very hot.
Soon the man took off his coat.
“The sun is very hot,” he said.