Golden Bird - Storybook Demo
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the Golden Bird by the Brothers Grimm. From 1909 a long time ago, there was a king. He went a lovely pleasure garden around his palace On the net, the tree, which bore golden apples. When the apples were nearly ripe, they were counted. But the very next morning, one was missing. This was reported to the king, and he ordered a watch to be set every night under the tree. The king had three sons, and he sent the eldest into the garden at nightfall. But by midnight it was overcome with sleep in the morning. Another apple was missing. On the following night, the second son had to keep watch, but he fared no better. When the clock struck 12 He, too, was fast asleep. And in the morning, another apple was going tend to watch. Now came to the feds. He was quite ready. But the king had not much confidence in him and thought that it would accomplish even less than his brothers. At last, however, he gave his permission. So the youth laid down under the tree tow watch, determined not to let sleep get the mastery over him. As the clock struck 12. There was a rustling in the air on by the light of the moon. He saw a bird who shining feathers. We're of pure gold. The birds settled on the tree. I was just plucking an apple when the young prince shot an arrow at tip. The bird flew away, but the arrow hit its plumage on. One of the golden feathers fell to the ground. The prince picked it up and in the morning took it to the king and told him all that he had seen in the night. The king assembled his counsel and everybody declared that feather like that was worth more than the whole kingdom. If the feather is worth so much, said the king, one will not satisfy me. I must, and I will have the whole bird. The eldest, relying on his cleverness, set out in search of the bird and thought that he would be sure to find it soon when they have gone some distance. He saw the fox sitting by the edge of the world. He raised his gun and aimed at it. The fox cried out, Do not shoot me, and I will give you some good advice. you're going to look for the Golden Bird. You will come to a village at nightfall where you will find two ends opposite each other. One of them will be brightly lighted on. There will be noise and revelry going on, innit? Be sure you do not choose that one, but go into the other. Even if you don't like the look of it so well. How can a stupid animal like that give me good advice? Thought the King Cem and he pulled the trigger. But Mr Fox, who turned tail and made off into the woods there upon the prince, continued his journey. On that night, Fall reached a village with two wins. Singing and dancing were going on in the one and the other had a poverty stricken and decayed appearance. I should be a fool, he said. If I were to go to that miserable place with this good one so near. So he went into the noisy one and lived there in rioting and revelry. Forgetting the bird, his father on all the good counsels. When some time had passed and the other son did not come back, The second prepare to start in quest of the Golden Bird. He met the fox as the eldest son had done, and gave him the same good vice of which he talked just as little heed. He came to the two ends and saw his brother standing at the window of the one with sounds of revelry proceeded. He could not withstand his brother's calling, so he went in and gave himself up to a life of pleasure again, some time passed on. The king's youngest son wanted to go out to try his luck, but his father would not let him go. It is useless, he said. You will be even less able to find the golden bed than his brothers. And when any it'll look overtakes him, he will not be able to help himself. He has no backbone, but at last, because he gave him no peace, he let him go The ****'s again, sat at the edge of the woods, begged for its life and gave its good advice. The prince was good natured and said, Be calm, little fox. I will do thee no harm. You won't repent it and said the fox, and so that you may get along faster. Come on Mount on my tail. No sooner had he seated himself then the fox began to run. Onda Way flew over stock and stone at such a pace. That is how whistled in the wind.