In The Children's Room

Father and mother and all the brothers and sisters had gone to the theater; only little Anna and her grandfather were left at home.

The Windmill

On a hill there stood a windmill stately to look at and very proud of itself.

The Will-O'-The-Wisps Are In Town

There was a man who once had known a great many new fairy tales, but he had forgotten them, he said. The fairy tale that used to come visit him of its own accord no longer came and knocked at his door; and why didn't it come any more?

The Bird of Folklore

It is wintertime, and the earth is covered with a layer of snow, as smooth as if it were marble cut from a mountain.

The Teapot

There was a proud Teapot -- proud of being made of porcelain, proud of its long spout and handle. 

The Snowdrop

It was wintertime; the air was cold, the wind sharp, but indoors all was snug and well. Indoors lay the flower; it lay in its bulb, under earth and snow.

The New Century's Goddess

The New Century's Goddess -- whom our great-grandchildren or perhaps a still later generation will know, but we shall not -- when and how does she reveal herself? What does she look like? What is the theme of her song? Whose heartstrings will she touch? To what heights will she lift her century?

The Silver Shilling

There was once a shilling; it came out bright and shiny from the mint, and sprang up, shouting, "Hurrah! Now I'm going out into the wide world!" And into the wide world it went.

The Old Church Bell

In the German country of Wurttemberg, where the beautiful acacia tress bloom inside the highways and the apple and pear trees bend down in autumn under the weight of their ripe blessings, there lies the little town of Marbach.

The Snail and the Rosebush

Around the garden ran a hedge of hazelnut bushes, and beyond it lay fields and meadows with cows and sheep; but in the middle of the garden stood a blooming Rosebush, and under it sat a Snail, who had a lot inside his shell -- namely, himself.