akorn - Mighty Old Tales Retold

The emperor's horse was shod with gold -- a golden shoe on each of its feet. 
And why was he getting golden shoes?

It was very frosty, starry clear weather, quiet and calm.
Bump! A pot was thrown against a door. Bang! Fireworks were shot off to welcome the new year, for it was New Year's Eve; and now the clock struck twelve!

We are up in Jutland, near the wild marsh. We can hear the north Sea, hear it tossing about for it is quite close by. Before us rises a great sand dune; we have been looking at it for a long while, and we've been, and still are, driving toward it, very slowly, through the deep sand.

The Butterfly wanted a sweetheart, and naturally he wanted one of the prettiest of the dear little flowers.

You surely remember Ole, the tower watchman. 

It was toward spring, and the fishing began. Jurgen helped, for he had grown during the last year; he was quick and alert at his work, and there was no lack of spirit in him. He could swim and tread water, turn over and tumble in the the water.

This is a story of the sand dunes of Jutland, but it doesn't begin there; no, it begins far away to the south, in Spain. The ocean is the highway between the two countries. So now let your thoughts journey to Spain!

Alfred the sculptor -- yes, you know him, don't you? We all know him; he was awarded the gold medal, traveled to Italy, and came home again.

Once there were two cocks, one on a dunghill and one on the roof, both of them conceited; but which of the two did the most? Tell us what you think -- we'll keep our opinion, anyway.

In a poet's study, somebody made a remark as he looked at the inkstand that was standing on the table: "It's strange what can come out of the inkstand! I wonder what the next thing will be. Yes, it's strange!"