akorn - Mighty Old Tales Retold

The storks tell many, many stories to their young ones, all about the bogs and marshes. In general each story is suited to the age and sense of the little storks.

In the woods, on a high bank near the open seashore, there stood such a very old oak tree. It was exactly 365 years old, but this long span of years seemed to the tree scarcely longer than as many days do to people like us.

"I'm going to be Something," said the eldest of five brothers.

There is a street in Copenhagen that bears the odd name of Hysken Street. Why is it called that? And what does "Hysken" mean?

"That was a perfectly delightful dinner yesterday," one old female mouse told another, who had not attended the feast.

In the narrow, crooked street, among several shabby dwellings, stood a very tall and very narrow house, the framework of which had given so that it was out of joint in every direction.

"Ding-dong! Ding-dong!" rings out from the Bell Deep in the Odense River. And what sort of river is that?

The railroad in Denmark still only extends from Copenhagen to Korsoer; it is a string of pearls.

Among the other children in the charity school was a little Jewish girl, clever and good -- in fact, the brightest of them all.

There is an old fairy tale: "The Thorny Road of Honor was trodden by a marksman named Bryde, to whom came great honor and dignity, but not until after manifold adversities and peril of life."