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68 Chit-Chat by Puck.
some ferns instead of feathers, The block had
rested on the rock many thousand years, so that
it felt tired of remaining much longer watching
the trees down in the valley changing their colour
according to the seasons.
One day Master Fox passed by, and the boulder
stone called out: “I say, Master Reynard, you,
who are so cunning, might assist me to get away
from here!”
The fox sneaked round the block several times,
but at last he shook his: head, -and said, “There
is no help for such a blockhead as you; you will
have to bide your time till the crack of doom;”
and with that the fox ran away.
One stormy day the north wind came sweeping
over the mountain.
“Take me with you!” cried the boulder stone.
“ Ay, that I will, we will dance away together!”
answered the storm, and clutched hold of the block
with all its power, but it did not even shake;
only the snow that covered it, thick as a cap,
whirled down in clouds, and fell on the trees in
the valley.
“There is no helping you; you will have to
bide your time till the crack of doom,” raged
the storm, and rushed further on its mission,
shaking the forest trees’ on its way.
When spring came a herd of cattle was turned
out to graze in the woods, and they were wont to
pass down the slope on their way to the fresh
meadows below.
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