[ XXVIII. WHY THE WILD FOLK NO LONGER TALK THE MAN-TALK ]
[ XXIX. THE TALE OF SUN-KA THE WISE DOG ]
[ XXX. HOW THE DOG'S TONGUE BECAME LONG ]
[ XXXI. THE STORY OF THE FAITHFUL DOG ]
THE MAGIC SPEECH FLOWER
I. THE FINDING OF THE MAGIC FLOWER
It was June and it was morning. The sky was clear and the sun shone bright and warm. The still air was filled with the sweet odor of blossoming flowers. To little Luke, sitting on the doorstep of the farmhouse and looking out over the fresh fields and green meadows, the whole earth seemed brimful of happiness and joy.
From the bough of an apple tree on the lawn O-pee-chee the Robin chanted his morning song. "Te rill, te roo, the sky is blue," sang he.