The Bond of Friendship

We recently made a little journey, and already we want to make a longer one.

The Metal Pig

In the city of Florence, not far from the Piazza del Granduca, there is a little cross street that I think is called Porta Rossa.

The Swineherd

Once there was a poor prince.

Ole Lukoie

There's no one on earth that knows so many stories as Ole Lukoie -- he certainly can tell them!

The Buckwheat

When after a thunderstorm you pass by a field in which buckwheat is growing, you will very often notice that the buckwheat appears quite blackened and singed as if a fire had swept over it.

The Wicked Prince

Once upon time there a proud and wicked prince who thought only about how he might conquer all the nations of the earth and make his name a terror to all mankind.

What the Moon Saw - Part III

"I come from Rome," the Moon said.

What the Moon Saw - Part II

"It was a wedding celebration," related the Moon.

What the Moon Saw - Part I

It is a strange thing , that when I feel most fervently and most deeply, my hands and my tongue seem alike tied, so that I cannot rightly describe or accurately portray my thoughts that are rising within me; and yet I am a painter: My eye tells me as much as that, and all my friends that have seen my sketches and fancies say the same.

The Rose Elf

In the midst of a garden, there grew a rosebush, quite covered with roses, and in the most beautiful of them all there lived an elf -- an elf so tiny that no mortal eye could see him.