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Show ip Daddy's Lii!i0dEvewig Fairy Tale Sy AARY GRAHAM 3QNME cci i-;ii rr v: vim :w':i i ch . MIST GRANDCHILDREN One day the little tiny children the Mist grandchildren of the King of the Clouds said : "Oh, granddaddy, listen to the birds." The King of the Clouds had a guilty guil-ty conscience and lie pretended not to hear. He knew the birds bad been crying for rain but he had been too lazy to give it to them. You see a guilty conscience Is a feeling deep Inside of a grownup or child, or an animal, or the cloud king, which says that we know we have done wrong and yet hate to admit it. 1 But the grandchildren of the King of the Clouds Insisted upon li is listening. lis-tening. "The birds are crying for water," they said. "Shall we give them some? "We hate to hear them cry and the fairies called on your royal presence several days ago to ask you if you j wouldn't give them water." I "I know It, but I have been very j busy," said the King of the Clouds in a rather cross, impatient voice that creatures use sometimes when they put olT things and have made others miserable and yet do not want to own up to it. Then it is that they make excuses like the Cloud King did. "But you haven't been too busy to hear the sad chirp of the little birds?" asked the grandchildren. "I have been busy," repeated the King of the Clouds. "But we're not busy," said the grandchildren. "May we do a little work?" "You are too young, too frail," said the King of. the Clouds. "I will get at it very soon." "But granddaddy, you have been mm The Birds Want Water. saying that, and the birds want water, wa-ter, and still they don't get it." "Oh dear," said the King of the Clouds, "what a nuisance you children chil-dren are. "Very well, go ahead. Give them drinks of water, but they won't get much from you children. "Tell them I'll be down soon." The grandchildren of the King of the Clouds hurried away. Now perhaps per-haps you do not know that the Cloud King's grandchildren are the little I drops of mist or rather the mist' which is made up of tiny raindrops that come down to the earth. It is the grandchildren of whom we speak when we say there is a mist outside that Is almost like rain but so fine a rain that it can hardly be seen from the windows. You see, they are only very little, very young raindrops. But oh, how glad the birds were to see them. The moisture they gave did not amount to a great deal, but it cooled the beaks of the little birds. Then the King of the Clouds came down and gave them a gorgeous amount of rain. But it had been the little mist grandchildren who had started the good work. |