Hans Christian Andersen, let’s call him Hans, is best known today for his fairy tales. In his own time he was better known for other writings such as poetry, short stories, novels, autobiography, and his travelogues, at least to begin with -- he traveled all over Europe, Africa, Asia, and even to America. He spent a lot of time as a house guest to well off benefactors and even stayed so long with Charles Dickens at his home in Kent, that the Dickens family had to ask Hans to leave. But that’s another story.
All the birds of the forest were sitting on the branches of the trees, which had quite enough leaves; and yet the birds were unanimous in their desire for more leaves -- the "leaves" of a journal; a new, good journal was what they longed for -- a critical newspaper such as humans have so many of, so many that half of them would be sufficient.
The wind whistles in the old willow tree. It is as if one were hearing a song; the wind sings it; the tree tells it. If you do not understand it, then ask old Johanne in the poorhouse; she knows all about it; she was born here in the parish.
Where did we get this story? Would you like to know?
We got it from the basket that the wastepaper is thrown into.
Many a good and rare book is taken to the delicatessen store and the grocer's, not to be read, but to be used as wrapping paper for starch and coffee, beans, for salted herring, butter, and cheese.