Cat 'n Mouse
The Little Tree
Around the Bend
Cat 'n Mouse
Once upon a time there lived a mouse, not an ordinary
mouse mind you, but a wizard who was called Nickademas. One day Nickademas
was working in the meadow when suddenly from out of nowhere a big orange
cat landed right in front of him.
"Hello-o-o," said the cat, with a big grin. "My name is Hogan. I
believe I've just found my lunch," he said.
Startled, Nickademas said, "You really don't want to eat me. I
wouldn't taste very good, besides I am a powerful wizard."
Hogan almost fell over with laughter. "A wizard!?! Now that's a
good one. Well, wizard, tell me why I shouldn't eat you and be quick about
it. I'm very hungry," Hogan said.
Nickademas said, "If you will let me go free, I will grant you a
wish. You may wish for anything you want." He added, "But, be careful what
you wish for, it could backfire."
"You mean I can wish for anything I want, anything?" Hogan said.
"Hmm... I always wanted to fly. Can you change me into a bird?"
"Sure, if that is what you really want," said Nickademas with a
Hogan thought for a moment and then he said, "OK, I wish to become
a bird. A high flying bird."
In the blink of an eye Hogan was transformed into a beautiful
swallow. Nickademas said, "Remember, be careful...."
But Hogan had already taken off and was almost out of sight by
then. "That cat will never bother me again," Nickademas said, and went
back to work.
Meanwhile, Hogan was getting tired and decided to land and rest
awhile. Not knowing any better, Hogan landed on the ground a few yards
from a farmhouse. "What was it that mouse said?" he thought. From out
behind the porch a big gray cat leaped out and pounced on Hogan, gobbling
Back in the meadow, Nickademas mused, "I told him to be careful."
It was a bright and sunny day. The birds were singing in
the trees and a gentle breeze was blowing. In the pasture behind the big
old weather-beaten barn were two chickens discussing the weather.
"What a beautiful day," said Henrietta, the first chicken. "Not a
cloud in the sky."
"Yes, isn't it?" replied Gertrude, the other chicken. "When is
Farmer Smith coming with our feed? I'm starving."
He was supposed to be here by now, He's always late,"
said. "Wait, didn't I hear a sound coming from the barn?"
"Why, yes. But, it didn't sound like the feed bin," Gertrude
whispered, "More like the tool shed door."
Just then, Farmer Smith appeared from the barn with a very sharp
double-bladed ax. As he walked toward our two chickens, they started
flapping their wings.
"Gertrude, run for your life!" shouted Henrietta. But, Gertrude
didn't move. "Run, Gertrude! she shouted again.
Gertrude was so scared that she couldn't move. Farmer Smith was
getting closer and closer, but still Gertrude did not move. Just as she
thought it was the end for her, Farmer Smith stepped over her and stopped
at a small tree a few yards behind her, where he swung the ax and chopped
Henrietta came back and said, "I knew he wouldn't kill one of us,
we're too important to him. He needs us for fresh eggs."
Still shaking from fear Gertrude said, "Yes, you are right. I
wonder when he is going to feed us?"
||The Little Tree
Once upon a time, there were two oak trees. These two trees were on the
edge of a forest, near a meadow through which a small, but steady stream
flowed. The first oak, the mightiest of the two, has stood in the same
spot for almost two hundred years, it's branches and leaves covering a
wide area. The second oak was much younger, therefore smaller, but just as
healthy. One morning while the sun was just rising over the meadow, the
smaller oak said, "I wish that I was over there by that stream where my
roots could get plenty of water and my leaves would be exposed to the sun
"I'm very old," said the big oak. "One day, I
will die and you will have all the sun you want. It will do you no good to
wish for something you can't have. Once you start growing, you cannot
"I'm sure there must be a way; besides, I can't wait
until you die. That could take a very long time, the small oak said.
As the small oak was complaining, a tractor and wagon were coming down the
lane through the meadow. The farmer and his two sons were headed straight
for the two oaks. When they arrived, they stopped the tractor, started to
unload the chain saws and various other wood cutting equipment. The farmer
took one look at the mighty oak and decided it was much too big to cut
down. He then walked over to the smaller oak, began to cut it down and cut
it up for firewood. The two sons loaded the pieces onto the wagon, drove
back to stream and stacked the wood on the bank in the sunlight to dry.
When they were finished, there was only a few branches and piles of saw
dust left where the smaller oak had once stood. The mighty oak thought to
himself. "I was wrong, maybe now he'll be satisfied." For the little oak
had received his wish. He had truly found a way to move over by the stream
and into the sunlight.