torsdag 16 juni 2016


Once upon a time two poor Woodcutters were making their way home through a great pine-forest.  It was winter, and a night of bitter cold.  The snow lay thick upon the ground, and upon the branches of the trees: the frost kept snapping the little twigs on either side of them, as they passed: and when they came to the Mountain-Torrent she was hanging motionless in air, for the Ice-King had kissed her.
So cold was it that even the animals and the birds did not know what to make of it.
‘Ugh!’ snarled the Wolf, as he limped through the brushwood with his tail between his legs, ‘this is perfectly monstrous weather.  Why doesn’t the Government look to it?’
‘Weet! weet! weet!’ twittered the green Linnets, ‘the old Earth is dead and they have laid her out in her white shroud.’
‘The Earth is going to be married, and this is her bridal dress,’ whispered the Turtle-doves to each other.  Their little pink feet were quite frost-bitten, but they felt that it was their duty to take a romantic view of the situation.
‘Nonsense!’ growled the Wolf.  ‘I tell you that it is all the fault of the Government, and if you don’t believe me I shall eat you.’  The Wolf had a thoroughly practical mind, and was never at a loss for a good argument.
‘Well, for my own part,’ said the Woodpecker, who was a born philosopher, ‘I don’t care an atomic theory for explanations.  If a thing is so, it is so, and at present it is terribly cold.’
Terribly cold it certainly was.  The little Squirrels, who lived inside the tall fir-tree, kept rubbing each other’s noses to keep themselves warm, and the Rabbits curled themselves up in their holes, and did not venture even to look out of doors.  The only people who seemed to enjoy it were the great horned Owls.  Their feathers were quite stiff with rime, but they did not mind, and they rolled their large yellow eyes, and called out to each other across the forest, ‘Tu-whit!  Tu-whoo!  Tu-whit!  Tu-whoo! what delightful weather we are having!’
Saknar du något att läsa? Låt mig rekommendera Oscar Wildes " A House of Pomegranates" — en bok med fyra konstsagor. Själv har jag läst några av Oscars mer kända verk, men sagorna hittade jag först nyligen — hos Gutenberg, naturligtvis!
De här sagorna har allt som en äkta konstsaga ska innehålla folksagostämning, moral och så det godas seger över det onda.

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