have a peep into heaven." Proudly and boldly he looked up,
while the lightning flashed across the sky as if the whole
world were in flames.
When the dreadful storm had passed, the flowers and the
corn raised their drooping heads in the pure still air,
refreshed by the rain, but the buckwheat lay like a weed in
the field, burnt to blackness by the lightning. The branches
of the old willow-tree rustled in the wind, and large
water-drops fell from his green leaves as if the old willow
were weeping. Then the sparrows asked why he was weeping, when
all around him seemed so cheerful. "See," they said, how the
sun shines, and the clouds float in the blue sky. Do you not
smell the sweet perfume from flower and bush? Wherefore do you
weep, old willow-tree?" Then the willow told them of the
haughty pride of the buckwheat, and of the punishment which
followed in consequence.
This is the story told me by the sparrows one evening when
I begged them to relate some tale to me.
THE END
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