All language subtitles for Easter.Bunny.Adventure.2017.1080P.Webrip.X264-[Yts.Am]-ENG

Hmm?

What a
day, just beautiful.

Don't you find Marvin?

Moo-nificent Garry,
just moo-nificent.

Breathe in that
country air, will you Marvin?

Moo, smell that whiff of
freshly mowed grass Garry.

Listen to those buzzing bees.

Watch the fluffy clouds.

What a grand day.

Mmm, just the perfect
Easter day in the country.

Weehoo!

My oh my, I'm on
an Easter egg hunt,

but not just any
Easter egg hunt,

it's the hunt for
a precious egg,

the most precious Easter
egg that ever existed.

Why is it so special?

Because inside it hides
the greatest of prizes.

My oh my.

Say Garry.

What is it Marvin?

Isn't something missing
from this Easter day?

I don't know.

Do you reckon?

Oh I'd say so Garry,
I'd truly say so.

Something is missing.

Well, and what is that Marvin?

What's missing from this day

to make it the
perfect Easter day?

Hmm, I just can't
put a hoof on it Garry,

but something is
definitely amiss.

What is it Marvin?

What is missing?

I don't know what it is.

I just know it is.

I'm totally baa-ffled Marvin.

I'm just totally baa-wildered.

Something is missing to make
it the perfect Easter day,

and neither of us
can tell what it is.

Sunny day.

Check that.

Sweet breeze.

Check that too.

Hmm, now what else makes
a perfect Easter day?

Weehoo!

I'm so excited to start my
egg hunt, but where to start?

I might be an Easter Bunny,
but I don't really know

that much about eggs.

Oh my, I'm afraid
I will need help.

Hmmm...

An Easter egg hunt.

An Easter egg hunt!

Indeed Marvin,

that's what's missing to make
this the perfect Easter day.

An Easter egg hunt!

This day needs?

The Easter Bunny.

He is the only one
who can make this day

the perfect Easter day.

He's the expert of
Easter egg hunts.

The one and only.

The best, maybe even
better than the best.

He is indeed.

Where do you think he is?

When do you think
he'll show up?

It's just not an
Easter day without him.

Not at all.

Indeed.

Weehoo!

Say Marvin, do you
hear what I hear?

The birds?

The bees?

Weehoo!

Oh but who will help
me on this egg hunt?

I need a friend, a helping
hand, an adventure buddy.

But who, who should I ask?

Oh yes, of course.

Who better to help me find
an egg than a chicken!

I'll go see my friend
Wilma the chicken at once.

It's...

The Easter Bunny.

There he goes over yonder.

Baa-yay.

Moo-lright!

This finally is...

The perfect Easter day.

Weehoo!

This is going to
be the most amazing

Easter egg hunt adventure ever.

Hey Wilma!

My great pal
Benny the Easter Bunny,

what brings you
around these parts?

I'm on a mission Wilma,
a very special mission.

A mission?

What kind of mission is this?

Maybe I can be of help.

You can help alright.

I'm on the biggest
Easter egg hunt ever.

My, dear Benny,

what make this Easter
hunt the biggest ever?

Because, because I'm
looking for a very incredible

Easter egg, the most
incredible of all.

Wow, that sounds like an
awesome Easter egg hunt Benny.

It is, it is, and
I need your help.

My help, but whatever for?

You are the Easter
Bunny, not me.

That may be Wilma,
that very well may be,

but you my friend
are the chicken,

and you know all there
is to know about eggs.

Don't you?

That is true my dear Benny.

I am a bird which makes me an
egg expert alright.

I knew it.

You can help me.

Hop onboard and
let's begin the hunt.

Alright, let's go.

Weehoo!

Where do you think we
should start searching?

Hmm, the first question
should not be where

to start searching,
but who laid the egg?

Why?

How's that going to help us?

Easy my dear Benny,
because if we know what bird

laid the egg, we will know
where to start looking.

How is that possible?

Because each bird picks
its own special place

to lay its eggs.

The pigeon likes tall buildings.

The seagull prefers
rocks by the sea,

and the hummingbird
loves the flower bushes.

Ah, I see.

They each pick a
particular spot.

Indeed.

So what bird laid this
egg we're searching for?

Oh it's a magical bird
named the Wish Bird of Easter.

The Wish Bird
of Easter did you say?

Yes.

Ah, she's an amazing bird.

This must've been a very
beautiful and very special egg.

That's right.

It is very special, the
most special of all.

Whoever finds the egg
of the Wish Bird of Easter

will have any wish granted.

Amazing.

We are indeed on a very
special Easter egg hunt.

Now I will tell you where
the Wish Bird of Easter

laid her egg.

You know where?

Of course I do.

She nests on the very
top of Green Mountain.

Wow, to Green Mountain then.

Weehoo!

We're flying right
over Green Mountain

and I don't see the egg.

What do you think Wilma?

Hmm, get a little closer
to the mountaintop Benny.

I have a hunch.

Aha!

Just like I suspected.

What is it Wilma?

There.

See that slope right there?

The egg must've rolled
down the mountain

into the valley below.

C'mon Benny, let's
fly down the mountain

and see where that egg landed.

Let's go.

Look down there Benny.

That seems like the perfect
spot for an egg to get snagged.

Let's check it out.

Do you see anything?

Not yet, but wait
just a minute Benny.

What is it?

Do you know where we are?

No, where?

This is Fairy Tale Valley.

I've heard of this place.

All its inhabitants
love to tell stories.

It's the perfect place
for our Easter egg hunt.

It is.

There couldn't be a more
magical place to find

a special Easter egg
than Fairy Tale Valley.

Look over there.

There goes one of the
little storytellers.

Ooh, it's Milly mouse.

Let's go listen to one
of her stories Wilma.

Can we?

Sure we can.

Let's go.

Hello Milly.

My name is Benny
the Easter Bunny

and this is my friend
Wilma the chicken,

and we're on a very
special Easter egg hunt.

We heard you tell
amazing stories.

Will you tell us a story?

A rat was traveling
along the King's highway.

He was a very proud rat,
considering his small size

and the bad reputation
all rats have.

As Mr. Rat walked along, he
kept mostly to the ditch.

He noticed a great
commotion up the road,

and soon a grand
procession came in view.

It was the King and his retinue.

The King rode on a huge elephant

adorned with the most
gorgeous trappings.

With the King in
his luxurious howdah

were the royal dog and cat.

A great crowd of people
followed the procession.

They were so taken up with
admiration of the elephant,

that the rat was not noticed.

His pride was hurt.

"What fools!" he cried.

"Look at me, and you will soon
forget that clumsy elephant.

"Is it his great size that
makes your eyes pop out?

"Or is it his wrinkled hide?

"Why, I have eyes and ears
and as many legs as he.

"I am of just as much
importance, and."

But just then the royal cat
spied him, and the next instant,

the rat knew he was not quite
so important as an elephant.

A resemblance to the
great in some things

does not make us great.

Wow, that was amazing.

Another one please Milly.

Some boys were playing one
day at the edge of a pond

in which lived a
family of frogs.

The boys amused themselves by
throwing stones into the pond

so as to make them skip
on top of the water.

The stones were flying thick
and fast and the boys were

enjoying themselves very
much, but the poor frogs

in the pond were
trembling with fear.

At last one of the frogs,
the oldest and bravest,

put his head out of
the water, and said,

"Oh, please, dear children,
stop your cruel play.

"Though it may be fun for
you, it means death to us."

Always stop to think
whether your fun

may not be the cause of
another's unhappiness.

Oh tell us another story.

In a spell of dry weather,
when the birds could find very

little to drink, a thirsty
crow found a pitcher with

a little water in it, but
the pitcher was high and had

a narrow neck, and no
matter how he tried,

the crow could not
reach the water.

The poor thing felt as
if he must die of thirst.

Then an idea came to him.

Picking up some small pebbles,

he dropped them into
the pitcher one by one.

With each pebble the water
rose a little higher until

at last it was near
enough so he could drink.

In a pinch a good use of
our wits may help us out.

Tell us another.

One bright day in late
autumn a family of ants were

bustling about in the warm
sunshine, drying out the grain

they had stored up during
the summer, when a starving

grasshopper, his
fiddle under his arm,

came up and humbly
begged for a bite to eat.

"What?" cried the
ants in surprise,

"haven't you stored anything
away for the winter?

"What in the world were
you doing all last summer?"

"I didn't have time
to store up any food,"

whined the grasshopper.

"I was so busy making music that

"before I knew it
the summer was gone."

The ants shrugged their
shoulders in disgust.

"Making music, were
you?" they cried.

"Very well, now dance."

And they turned their
backs on the grasshopper

and went on with their work.

There's a time for work
and a time for play.

Wow, what great stories.

You were right Wilma.

This place is the best place
for an Easter egg hunt ever.

Where to next?

There!

Looks like the egg
rolled that way.

Let's go.

See anything?

Hmm, the egg was definitely
here at some point,

but looks like it kept
rolling down a slope.

Looks like it went that way.

Look over there.

What, the egg?

No a horse.

Oh that's Horse, the best
equine storyteller in the world.

Wow, will he tell us a story?

I'm sure he will.

Let's go see him.

Hello Horse.

My name is Benny the Easter
Bunny and this is Wilma.

Will you tell us a story?

There was once a little
kid whose growing horns

made him think he was
a grown-up billy goat

and able to take
care of himself.

So one evening when the flock
started home from the pasture

and his mother called, the kid
paid no heed and kept right

on nibbling the tender grass.

A little later when he lifted
his head, the flock was gone.

He was all alone.

The sun was sinking.

Long shadows came
creeping over the ground.

A chilly little wind
came creeping with them

making scary noises
in the grass.

The kid shivered as he
thought of the terrible wolf.

Then he started
wildly over the field,

bleating for his mother.

But not halfway, near a clump
of trees, there was the wolf.

The kid knew there was
little hope for him.

"Please, Mr. Wolf,"
he said trembling,

"I know you are going to eat me.

"But first please
pipe me a tune,

"for I want to dance and
be merry as long as I can."

The wolf liked the idea of a
little music before eating,

so he struck up a merry tune

and the kid leaped
and frisked gaily.

Meanwhile, the flock was
moving slowly homeward.

In the still evening air the
wolf's piping carried far.

The shepherd dogs
pricked up their ears.

They recognized the song the
wolf sings before a feast,

and in a moment they were
racing back to the pasture.

The wolf's song ended
suddenly, and as he ran,

with the dogs at his heels,
he called himself a fool

for turning piper
to please a kid,

when he should have stuck
to his butcher's trade.

Do not let anything turn
you from your purpose.

Before we go, please
tell us another story?

The tortoise, you know,
carries his house on his back.

No matter how hard he
tries, he cannot leave home.

They say that Jupiter punished
him so, because he was such

a lazy stay-at-home that he
would not go to Jupiter's

wedding, even when
especially invited.

After many years, tortoise
began to wish he had gone

to that wedding.

When he saw how gaily
the birds flew about

and how the hare and the chipmunk
and all the other animals

ran nimbly by, always eager
to see everything there was

to be seen, the tortoise felt
very sad and discontented.

He wanted to see the world
too, and there he was with

a house on his back
and little short legs

that would hardly
drag him along.

One day he met a pair of ducks

and told them all his trouble.

"We can help you see the
world," said the ducks.

"Take hold of this
stick with your teeth

"and we will carry you far up
in the air where you can see

"the whole countryside.

"But keep quiet or
you will be sorry."

The tortoise was
very glad indeed.

He seized the stick
firmly with his teeth,

the two ducks took hold
of it one at each end,

and away they sailed
up toward the clouds.

Just then a crow flew by.

He was very much astonished at
the strange sight and cried;

"This must be surely
the King of Tortoises!"

"Why certainly,"
began the tortoise.

But as he opened his mouth
to say these foolish words

he lost his hold on the stick,

and down he fell to the ground.

Foolish curiosity and vanity
often lead to misfortune.

Again Horse.

"Why in the world do you
walk sideways like that?"

said a mother crab to her son.

"You should always
walk straight forward

"with your toes turned out."

"Show me how to
walk, mother dear,"

answered the little
crab obediently.

"I want to learn."

So the old crab tried and
tried to walk straight forward,

but she could walk sideways
only, like her son.

And when she wanted
to turn her toes out

she tripped and
fell on her nose.

Do not tell others how to act

unless you can set
a good example.

Another story Horse.

An ox came down to
a reedy pool to drink.

As he splashed heavily
into the water,

he crushed a young
frog into the mud.

The old frog soon missed
the little one and asked

his brothers and sisters
what had become of him.

"A great big monster,"
said one of them,

"stepped on little brother
with one of his huge feet!"

"Big, was he?" said the old
frog, puffing herself up.

"Was he as big as this?"

"Oh, much bigger!" they cried.

The frog puffed up still more.

"He could not have been
bigger than this," she said.

But the little frogs all declared
that the monster was much,

much bigger and the old
frog kept puffing herself

out more and more until,
all at once, she burst.

Do not attempt the impossible.

That was so much fun.

I'm so glad the egg rolled
down into Fairy Tale Valley.

There couldn't be a more
amazing place to hunt

for a special Easter egg.

Hey!

I think the egg went that-away.

I think so too.

Let's go.

Look, over there.

What is it?

It's Vincenzo the bull.

Does he
tell stories too?

Yes, of course.

He wouldn't be an inhabitant
of Fairy Tale Valley

if he didn't.

Two travelers were
walking along the seashore.

Far out they saw something
riding on the waves.

"Look," said one, "a great ship
rides in from distant lands,

"bearing rich treasures."

The object they saw came
ever nearer the shore.

"No," said the other, "that
is not a treasure ship.

"That is some fisherman's skiff,

"with the day's catch
of savory fish."

Still nearer came the object.

The waves washed it up on shore.

"It is a chest of gold lost
from some wreck," they cried.

Both travelers
rushed to the beach,

but they found nothing
but a water-soaked log.

Do not let your hopes carry
you away from reality.

Another one Vincenzo.

A wolf had stolen a lamb
and was carrying it off to his

lair to eat it, but his plans
were very much changed when

he met a lion, who,
without making any excuses,

took the lamb away from him.

The wolf made off
to a safe distance,

and then said in a
much injured tone,

"You have no right to take
my property like that."

The lion looked back, but as
the wolf was too far away to

be taught a lesson without too
much inconvenience, he said,

"Your property?

"Did you buy it, or did the
shepherd make you a gift of it?

"Pray tell me, how
did you get it?"

What is evil won is evil lost.

My favorite one so far.

A stag, drinking from a
crystal spring saw himself

mirrored in the clear water.

He greatly admired the
graceful arch of his antlers,

but he was very much ashamed
of his spindling legs.

"How can it be," he sighed,
"that I should be cursed with

"such legs when I have
so magnificent a crown?"

At that moment he scented
a panther and in an instant

was bounding away
through the forest.

But as he ran his wide-spreading
antlers caught in the

branches of the trees, and
soon the Panther overtook him.

Then the Stag perceived that
the legs of which he was

so ashamed would have
saved him had it not been

for the useless
ornaments on his head.

We often make much of the
ornamental and despise the useful.

I love the Fairy Tale Valley.

The peacock, they say, did
not at first have the beautiful

feathers in which he
now takes so much pride.

These, Juno, whose favorite
he was, granted to him one day

when he begged her for a train
of feathers to distinguish

him from the other birds.

Then, decked in his finery,
gleaming with emerald, gold,

purple, and azure, he strutted
proudly among the birds.

All regarded him with envy.

Even the most beautiful
pheasant could

see that his beauty
was surpassed.

Presently the peacock
saw an eagle soaring high

up in the blue sky and
felt a desire to fly,

as he had been accustomed to do.

Lifting his wings he tried
to rise from the ground,

but the weight of his
magnificent train held him down.

Instead of flying up to greet
the first rays of the morning

sun or to bathe in the rosy
light among the floating clouds

at sunset, he would have to
walk the ground more encumbered

and oppressed than any
common barnyard fowl.

Do not sacrifice your freedom
for the sake of pomp and show.

Weehoo!

So much fun!

I almost forgot we were
on an Easter egg hunt.

Which way now Wilma?

Well I don't see any clue
where the egg might've landed.

So what do we do now?

I have to go with
my chicken senses.

I'd say it went that way.

You're the best Wilma.

Let's go.

Is that a donkey down there?

It's Daisy!

Daisy the donkey, oh my!

Let's go hear a story.

Let's go.

I wouldn't miss
this for the world.

Hello Daisy.

My name is Benny and this is
my friend Wilma the chicken.

We're on an Easter egg
hunt, but we were wondering

if you could tell us a
story before we move on.

An old lion, whose teeth
and claws were so worn that it

was not so easy for him to get
food as in his younger days,

pretended that he was sick.

He took care to let all his
neighbors know about it,

and then lay down in his
cave to wait for visitors.

And when they came to
offer him their sympathy,

he ate them up one by one.

The fox came too, but he
was very cautious about it.

Standing at a safe
distance from the cave,

he inquired politely
after the lion's health.

The lion replied that
he was very ill indeed,

and asked the fox to
step in for a moment.

But Master Fox very
wisely stayed outside,

thanking the lion very
kindly for the invitation.

"I should be glad to do
as you ask," he added,

"but I have noticed that
there are many footprints

"leading into your cave
and none coming out.

"Pray tell me, how do
your visitors find their

"way out again?"

Take warning from the
misfortunes of others.

I think we have
time for one more.

What do you say Daisy?

A lion and a man chanced
to travel in company

through the forest.

They soon began to quarrel,
for each of them boasted

that he and his kind were
far superior to the other

both in strength and mind.

Now they reached a
clearing in the forest

and there stood a statue.

It was a representation
of Hercules

in the act of tearing the
jaws of the Nemean lion.

"See," said the man,
"that's how strong we are.

"The King of Beasts is
like wax in our hands."

"Ho!" laughed the lion,
"a man made that statue.

"It would have been
quite a different scene

"had a lion made it."

It all depends on
the point of view,

and who tells the story.

Awesome!

There was
once an ass whose master

also owned a lap dog.

This dog was a favorite and
received many a pat and kind

word from his master, as well
as choice bits from his plate.

Every day the dog would run
to meet the master, frisking

playfully about and leaping
up to lick his hands and face.

All this the ass saw
with much discontent.

Though he was well fed,
he had much work to do;

besides, the master hardly
ever took any notice of him.

Now the jealous ass got it
into his silly head that all he

had to do to win his master's
favor was to act like the dog.

So one day he left his stable

and clattered eagerly
into the house.

Finding his master seated
at the dinner table,

he kicked up his heels and,
with a loud bray, pranced

giddily around the table,
upsetting it as he did so.

Then he planted his forefeet
on his master's knees

and rolled out his tongue
to lick the master's face,

as he had seen the dog do.

But his weight upset the
chair, and ass and man rolled

over together in the pile of
broken dishes from the table.

The master was much alarmed
at the strange behavior

of the ass, and calling
for help, soon attracted

the attention of the servants.

When they saw the danger the
master was in from the clumsy

beast, they set upon the
ass and drove him with kicks

and blows back to the stable.

There they left him to
mourn the foolishness

that had brought him
nothing but a sound beating.

Behavior that is regarded
as agreeable in one

is very rude and
impertinent in another.

Do not try to gain favor by
acting in a way that is contrary

to your own nature
and character.

You're the best Daisy.

One more please.

A milkmaid had
been out to milk the cows

and was returning from the
field with the shining milk pail

balanced nicely on her head.

As she walked along,
her pretty head was busy

with plans for the days to come.

"This good, rich
milk," she mused,

"will give me plenty
of cream to churn.

"The butter I make I
will take to market,

"and with the money I get for it

"I will buy a lot of
eggs for hatching.

"How nice it will be
when they are all hatched

"and the yard is full
of fine young chicks.

"Then when May Day comes I
will sell them, and with the

"money I'll buy a lovely new
dress to wear to the fair.

"All the young men
will look at me,

"but I shall very quickly send
them about their business."

As she thought of how she
would settle that matter,

she tossed her head scornfully,
and down fell the pail

of milk to the ground.

And all the milk flowed out,
and with it vanished butter and

eggs and chicks and new dress
and all the milkmaid's pride.

Do not count your chickens
before they are hatched.

Weehoo!

Look down there, something
twinkling in the grass.

It could be the egg.

Look Wilma.

We're flying right
over Donna's pond.

Let's go say hi and
listen to a story.

Hello there Donna.

We're on an egg hunt, but
we were wondering if...

If you'd tell us a story.

A lion lay asleep
in the forest,

his great head
resting on his paws.

A timid little mouse came
upon him unexpectedly,

and in her fright and
haste to get away,

ran across the lion's nose.

Roused from his nap, the lion
laid his huge paw angrily

on the tiny creature
to kill her.

"Spare me!" begged
the poor mouse.

"Please let me go and some
day I will surely repay you."

The lion was much amused to
think that a mouse could ever

help him, but he was generous
and finally let the mouse go.

Some days later, while stalking
his prey in the forest,

the lion was caught in the
toils of a hunter's net.

Unable to free himself,
he filled the forest with

his angry roaring.

The mouse knew the voice
and quickly found the lion

struggling in the net.

Running to one of the
great ropes that bound him,

she gnawed it until it parted,
and soon the lion was free.

"You laughed when I said I would
repay you," said the mouse.

"Now you see that even a
mouse can help a lion."

A kindness is never wasted.

One more, please Donna.

A shepherd boy tended
his master's sheep

near a dark forest not
far from the village.

Soon he found life in
the pasture very dull.

All he could do to amuse
himself was to talk

to his dog or play on
his shepherd's pipe.

One day as he sat watching the
sheep and the quiet forest,

and thinking what he would
do should he see a wolf,

he thought of a plan
to amuse himself.

His master had told him to
call for help should a wolf

attack the flock, and the
villagers would drive it away.

So now, though he had not
seen anything that even looked

like a wolf, he ran toward
the village shouting

at the top of his
voice, "Wolf! Wolf!"

As he expected, the villagers
who heard the cry dropped

their work and ran in great
excitement to the pasture,

but when they got there
they found the boy doubled

up with laughter at the
trick he had played on them.

A few days later the
shepherd boy again shouted,

"Wolf! Wolf!"

Again the villagers
ran to help him,

only to be laughed at again.

Then one evening as the sun
was setting behind the forest

and the shadows were creeping
out over the pasture,

a wolf really did spring
from the underbrush

and fall upon the sheep.

In terror the boy ran
toward the village

shouting "Wolf! Wolf!"

But though the
villagers heard the cry,

they did not run to help
him as they had before.

"He cannot fool us again.

"He cannot fool us
again," they said.

The wolf killed a great
many of the boy's sheep

and then slipped
away into the forest.

Liars are not believed even
when they speak the truth.

That was a great story.

Please tell us another.

A gnat flew over the
meadow with much buzzing

for so small a creature
and settled on the tip

of one of the horns of a bull.

After he had rested a short
time, he made ready to fly away,

but before he left he
begged the bull's pardon

for having used his horn
for a resting place.

"You must be very glad to
have me go now," he said.

"It's all the same to
me," replied the bull.

"I did not even know
you were there."

We are often of greater
importance in our own eyes

than in the eyes
of our neighbor.

The smaller the mind,
the greater the conceit.

We can surely
stay for one more.

Two travelers,
walking in the noonday sun,

sought the shade of a
wide-spreading tree to rest.

As they lay looking up
among the pleasant leaves,

they saw that it
was a Plane Tree.

"How useless is the
Plane!" said one of them.

"It bears no fruit whatever,

"and only serves to litter
the ground with leaves."

"Ungrateful creatures." said
a voice from the Plane Tree.

"You lie here in
my cooling shade,

"and yet you say I am useless.

"Thus ungratefully, oh Jupiter,

"do men receive
their blessings."

Our best blessings are
often the least appreciated.

I think we're
getting close Wilma.

What do you think?

I think so too, but wait,

I think I see egg
tracks over there.

The Easter egg
rolled down that way.

Let's follow it.

Look over there,
it's Frida the frog,

the best amphibian storyteller
in Fairy Tale Valley.

Let's go see her.

Hello there.

My name is Benny
the Easter Bunny,

and this is my friend Wilma.

We're looking for a
very special Easter egg.

We think it rolled down that
way but before we follow it,

we would love to hear
a story from you.

A wild boar was sharpening
his tusks busily against

the stump of a tree,
when a fox happened by.

Now the fox was always
looking for a chance to make

fun of his neighbors, so he
made a great show of looking

anxiously about, as if in
fear of some hidden enemy.

But the boar kept
right on with his work.

"Why are you doing that?" asked
the fox at last with a grin.

"There isn't any
danger that I can see."

"True enough," replied the
boar, "but when danger does come

"there will not be time
for such work as this.

"My weapons will have to
be ready for use then,

"or I shall suffer for it."

Preparedness for war is the
best guarantee of peace.

That was a great story Frida.

Can you tell us another?

An ass and a fox had
become close comrades,

and were constantly in
each other's company.

While the ass cropped
a fresh bit of greens,

the fox would devour a
chicken from the neighboring

farmyard or a bit of cheese
filched from the dairy.

One day the pair
unexpectedly met a lion.

The ass was very
much frightened,

but the fox calmed his fears.

"I will talk to him," he said.

So the fox walked
boldly up to the lion.

"Your highness," he
said in an undertone,

so the ass could not hear him,

"I've got a fine
scheme in my head.

"If you promise not to hurt
me, I will lead that foolish

"creature yonder into a
pit where he can't get out,

"and you can feast
at your pleasure."

The lion agreed and the
fox returned to the ass.

"I made him promise not
to hurt us," said the fox.

"But come, I know a good place
to hide till he is gone."

So the fox led the
ass into a deep pit.

But when the lion saw that the
ass was his for the taking,

he first of all struck
down the traitor fox.

Traitors may expect treachery.

One more Frida, please.

The birds and the beasts
declared war against each other.

No compromise was possible,

and so they went at
it tooth and claw.

It is said the quarrel
grew out of the persecution

the race of geese suffered at
the teeth of the fox family.

The beasts, too,
had cause for fight.

The eagle was constantly
pouncing on the hare,

and the owl dined daily on mice.

It was a terrible battle.

Now the bat family had not
openly joined either side.

They were a very politic race.

So when they saw the birds
getting the better of it,

they were birds for
all there was in it.

But when the tide
of battle turned,

they immediately
sided with the beasts.

When the battle was over,
the conduct of the bats

was discussed at the
peace conference.

Such deceit was unpardonable,
and birds and beasts made

common cause to
drive out the bats.

And since then the bat
family hides in dark towers

and deserted ruins, flying
out only in the night.

The deceitful have no friends.

We should be on our way.

How about one more
story before we go?

Just as a great bear
rushed to seize a stray kid,

a lion leaped from another
direction upon the same prey.

The two fought furiously
for the prize until they had

received so many wounds
that both sank down unable

to continue the battle.

Just then a fox dashed
up, and seizing the kid,

made off with it as
fast as he could go,

while the lion and the bear
looked on in helpless rage.

"How much better it would
have been," they said,

"to have shared in
a friendly spirit."

Those who have all the toil
do not always get the profit.

I think I'm getting
the hang of this.

I see egg tracks below.

I think the egg
rolled down that-away.

You're doing great Benny.

Hey, look down there
on that tree stump.

There's a squirrel.

That's Quincy the squirrel.

Let's go visit him.

A dog had learned to
carry his master's dinner

to him every day.

He was very faithful to
his duty, though the smell

of the good things in
the basket tempted him.

The dogs in the neighborhood
noticed him carrying

the basket and soon
discovered what was in it.

They made several attempts
to steal it from him,

but he always guarded
it faithfully.

Then one day all the dogs in
the neighborhood got together

and met him on his
way with the basket.

The dog tried to
run away from them,

but at last he stopped to argue.

That was his mistake.

They soon made him feel so
ridiculous that he dropped

the basket and seized a
large piece of roast meat

intended for his
master's dinner.

"Very well," he said,
"you divide the rest."

Do not stop to argue
with temptation.

Another story Quincy, please.

A jackdaw chanced
to fly over the garden

of the King's palace.

There he saw with much wonder
and envy a flock of royal

peacocks in all the glory
of their splendid plumage.

Now the black jackdaw was
not a very handsome bird,

nor very refined in manner.

Yet he imagined that all he
needed to make himself fit

for the society of the peacocks
was a dress like theirs.

So he picked up some castoff
feathers of the peacocks

and stuck them among
his own black plumes.

Dressed in his borrowed
finery he strutted loftily

among the birds of his own kind.

Then he flew down into the
garden among the peacocks.

But they soon saw who he was.

Angry at the cheat, they
flew at him, plucked away

the borrowed feathers
and also some of his own.

The poor jackdaw returned
sadly to his former companions.

There another unpleasant
surprise awaited him.

They had not forgotten his
superior airs toward them,

and to punish him,

they drove him away with
a rain of pecks and jeers.

Borrowed feathers do
not make fine birds.

Tell us another.

It happened once upon a
time that a certain Greek ship

bound for Athens was wrecked
off the coast close to Piraeus,

the port of Athens.

Had it not been for the dolphins,
who at that time were very

friendly toward mankind and
especially toward Athenians,

all would have perished.

But the dolphins took
the shipwrecked people

on their backs and swam
with them to shore.

Now it was the custom among
the Greeks to take their pet

monkeys and dogs with them
whenever they went on a voyage.

So when one of the dolphins
saw a monkey struggling

in the water, he
thought it was a man,

and made the monkey
climb on his back.

Then off he swam with
him toward the shore.

The monkey sat up,
grave and dignified,

on the dolphin's back.

"You are a citizen of illustrious
Athens, are you not?"

asked the dolphin politely.

"Yes," answered the
monkey, proudly.

"My family is one of the
noblest in the city."

"Indeed," said the dolphin.

"Then of course you
often visit Piraeus?"

"Yes, yes," replied the monkey.

"Indeed, I do.

"I am with him constantly.

"Piraeus is my
very best friend."

This answer took the dolphin
by surprise, and turning

his head, he now saw what
it was he was carrying.

Without more ado, he dived
and left the foolish monkey

to take care of himself,
while he swam off

in search of some
human being to save.

One falsehood leads to another.

We should
leave soon Quincy,

but we would love to
hear one more story.

An ass was feeding
in a pasture near a wood

when he saw a wolf lurking in
the shadows along the hedge.

He easily guessed what
the wolf had in mind,

and thought of a
plan to save himself.

So he pretended he was lame,
and began to hobble painfully.

When the wolf came up, he
asked the ass what had made

him lame, and the ass
replied that he had stepped

on a sharp thorn.

"Please pull it out," he
pleaded, groaning as if in pain.

"If you do not, it might
stick in your throat

"when you eat me."

The wolf saw the wisdom of
the advice, for he wanted

to enjoy his meal without
any danger of choking.

So the ass lifted up his
foot and the wolf began

to search very closely and
carefully for the thorn.

Just then the ass kicked
out with all his might,

tumbling the wolf
a dozen paces away.

And while the wolf was getting
very slowly and painfully

to his feet, the ass
galloped away in safety.

"Serves me right," growled
the wolf as he crept into

the bushes. "I'm a butcher
by trade, not a doctor."

Stick to your own trade.

Do you see any clues Wilma?

Yes Benny, look over there.

There is a dent in the grass

and I think the egg
landed there but...

But?

Seems like it rolled
further down the valley.

Let's chase it!

Wait look over there.

It's Genevieve goat.

We should go see
her on our way down.

Some cranes saw a farmer
plowing a large field.

When the work of
plowing was done,

they patiently watched
him sow the seed.

It was their feast,
they thought.

So, as soon as the farmer
had finished planting

and had gone home, down
they flew to the field,

and began to eat as
fast as they could.

The farmer, of course, knew
the cranes and their ways.

He had had experience
with such birds before.

He soon returned to
the field with a sling,

but he did not bring
any stones with him.

He expected to scare the
cranes just by swinging

the sling in the air, and
shouting loudly at them.

At first the cranes flew
away in great terror,

but they soon began to see that
none of them ever got hurt.

They did not even hear the
noise of stones whizzing

through the air, and as for
words, they would kill nobody.

At last they paid no attention
whatever to the farmer.

The farmer saw that he would
have to take other measures.

He wanted to save at
least some of his grain.

So he loaded his
sling with stones.

This had the effect
the farmer wanted,

for from that day the cranes
visited his field no more.

Bluff and threatening words

are of little
value with rascals.

Bluff is no proof that
hard fists are lacking.

I wanna hear more Genevieve.

A rich old farmer, who
felt that he had not many

more days to live, called
his sons to his bedside.

"My sons," he said, "heed
what I have to say to you.

"Do not on any account
part with the estate that

"has belonged to our family
for so many generations.

"Somewhere on it is
hidden a rich treasure.

"I do not know the exact
spot, but it is there,

"and you will surely find it.

"Spare no energy and leave no
spot unturned in your search."

The father died, and no sooner
was he in his grave than

the sons set to work digging
with all their might,

turning up every foot of
ground with their spades,

and going over the whole
farm two or three times.

No hidden gold did they find,
but at harvest time when

they had settled their accounts
and had pocketed a rich

profit far greater than that
of any of their neighbors,

they understood that the treasure
their father had told them

about was the wealth
of a bountiful crop,

and that in their industry
had they found the treasure.

Industry is itself a treasure.

You're an amazing
storyteller Genevieve.

I'm so glad we met you.

Two pots, one of brass
and the other of clay,

stood together on
the hearthstone.

One day the brass pot
proposed to the earthen pot

that they go out into
the world together,

but the earthen pot excused
himself, saying that it would

be wiser for him to stay
in the corner by the fire.

"It would take so little
to break me," he said.

"You know how fragile I am.

"The least shock is
sure to shatter me."

"Don't let that keep you at
home," urged the brass pot.

"I shall take very
good care of you.

"If we should happen
to meet anything hard

"I will step between
and save you."

So the earthen pot at last
consented, and the two set out

side by side, jolting along
on three stubby legs first

to this side, then to that,
and bumping into each other

at every step.

The earthen pot could
not survive that sort

of companionship very long.

They had not gone ten paces
before the earthen pot cracked,

and at the next jolt he
flew into a thousand pieces.

Equals make the best friends.

One more story Genevieve.

There was once a countryman
who possessed the most

wonderful goose you can
imagine, for every day when

he visited the nest, the
goose had laid a beautiful,

glittering, golden egg.

The countryman took
the eggs to market

and soon began to get rich,

but it was not long
before he grew impatient

with the goose because
she gave him only

a single golden egg a day.

He was not getting
rich fast enough.

Then one day, after he had
finished counting his money,

the idea came to him that he
could get all the golden eggs

at once by killing the
goose and cutting it open.

But when the deed was done,
not a single golden egg

did he find, and his
precious goose was dead.

Those who have plenty want
more and so lose all they have.

What a great adventure.

This is the best Easter egg
hunt I've ever been on, ever!

We are close to finding
our special egg too.

Before we leave
Fairy Tale Valley,

let's find Billy the hog and
listen to him tell us a story.

Hello there Billy.

We are on our way to
find the very special

egg of the Wish Bird of Easter.

We really wanted to
hear a story from you

before we completed
our Easter egg hunt.

A wolf, lurking near
the shepherd's hut,

saw the shepherd and his family
feasting on a roasted lamb.

"Aha!" he muttered.

"What a great shouting and
running about there would have

"been, had they caught
me at just the very thing

"they are doing with
so much enjoyment!"

Men often condemn others
for what they see no wrong

in doing themselves.

Another story Billy, please.

A goat strayed
away from the flock,

tempted by a patch of clover.

The goat herd tried to
call it back, but in vain.

It would not obey him.

Then he picked up a
stone and threw it,

breaking the goat's horn.

The goat herd was frightened.

"Do not tell the master,"
he begged the goat.

"No," said the goat,

"that broken horn can
speak for itself."

Wicked deeds will not stay hid.

Another
story Billy, please.

A miser
had buried his gold

in a secret place in his garden.

Every day he went to the
spot, dug up the treasure,

and counted it piece by piece
to make sure it was all there.

He had made so many trips
that a thief, who had been

observing him, guessed what
it was the miser had hidden,

and one night quietly
dug up the treasure

and made off with it.

When the miser
discovered his loss,

he was overcome with
grief and despair.

He groaned and cried
and tore his hair.

A passerby heard his cries
and asked what had happened.

"My gold, oh my gold."
cried the miser, wildly,

"someone has robbed me."

"Your gold, there in that hole?

"Why did you put it there?

"Why did you not keep it in
the house where you could

"easily get it when
you had to buy things?"

"Buy?" screamed
the miser angrily.

"Why, I never touched the gold.

"I couldn't think of
spending any of it."

The stranger picked
up a large stone

and threw it into the hole.

"If that is the case," he
said, "cover up that stone.

"It is worth just as much to
you as the treasure you lost."

A possession is worth no more
than the use we make of it.

There was once a wolf who got
very little to eat because

the dogs of the village were
so wide awake and watchful.

He was really nothing
but skin and bones,

and it made him very
downhearted to think of it.

One night this wolf happened
to fall in with a fine, fat

house dog who had wandered
a little too far from home.

The wolf would gladly have
eaten him then and there,

but the house dog looked strong
enough to leave his marks

should he try it.

So the wolf spoke very
humbly to the dog,

complimenting him on
his fine appearance.

"You can be as well-fed
as I am if you want to,"

replied the dog.

"Leave the woods; there
you live miserably.

"Why, you have to fight
hard for every bite you get.

"Follow my example and you
will get along beautifully."

"What must I do?"
asked the wolf.

"Hardly anything,"
answered the house dog.

"Chase people who carry
canes, bark at beggars,

"and fawn on the
people of the house.

"In return you will get
tidbits of every kind,

"chicken bones, choice bits
of meat, sugar, cake, and much

"more beside, not to speak
of kind words and caresses."

The wolf had such a beautiful
vision of his coming

happiness that he almost wept.

But just then he noticed that
the hair on the dog's neck

was worn and the
skin was chafed.

"What is that on your neck?"

"Nothing at all,"
replied the dog.

"What, nothing?"

"Oh, just a trifle!"

"But please tell me."

"Perhaps you see the
mark of the collar

"to which my chain is fastened."

"What, a chain?" cried the wolf.

"Don't you go
wherever you please?"

"Not always, but what's the
difference?" replied the dog.

"All the difference
in the world.

"I don't care a rap for your
feasts, and I wouldn't take

"all the tender young lambs
in the world at that price."

And away ran the
wolf to the woods.

There is nothing worth
so much as liberty.

Weehoo!

I see the egg rolled that-away.

Where?

Down that incline.

We're getting close.

How do you know?

My chicken sense.

Look over there.

It's the fast-feathered
storyteller of Fairy Tale Valley,

Miss Betty the barn owl.

Hey there Miss Betty.

My name is Benny the Easter
Bunny, and I'm on a hunt

for the most precious Easter
egg ever with my friend Wilma.

We wanted to come and hear
a story before we find the egg

and must leave
Fairy Tale Valley.

A hare was making
fun of the tortoise

one day for being so slow.

"Do you ever get anywhere?"
he asked with a mocking laugh.

"Yes," replied the tortoise,

"and I get there
sooner than you think.

"I'll run you a
race and prove it."

The hare was much amused at
the idea of running a race with

the tortoise, but for the
fun of the thing he agreed.

So the fox, who had
consented to act as a judge,

marked the distance and
started the runners off.

The hare was soon far out of
sight, and to make the tortoise

feel very deeply how ridiculous
it was for him to try

a race with a hare, he
lay down beside the course

to take a nap until the
tortoise should catch up.

The tortoise meanwhile kept
going slowly but steadily,

and, after a time, passed
the place where the hare

was sleeping, but the hare
slept on very peacefully,

and when at last he did wake up,

the tortoise was near the goal.

The hare now ran his swiftest,

but he could not overtake
the tortoise in time.

The race is not
always to the swift.

A store of honey had been
found in a hollow tree,

and the wasps declared positively
that it belonged to them.

The bees were just as sure
that the treasure was theirs.

The argument grew very
pointed, and it looked

as if the affair could not
be settled without a battle,

when at last, with much
good sense, they agreed

to let a judge
decide the matter.

So they brought the
case before the hornet,

justice of the peace in
that part of the woods.

When the judge called the
case, witnesses declared that

they had seen certain winged
creatures in the neighborhood

of the hollow tree, who hummed
loudly, and whose bodies

were striped, yellow
and black, like bees.

Counsel for the wasps
immediately insisted that

this description fitted
his clients exactly.

Such evidence did not help
Judge Hornet to any decision,

so he adjourned court for
six weeks to give him time

to think it over.

When the case came
up again, both sides

had a large number of witnesses.

An ant was first to take the
stand, and was about to be

cross-examined, when a wise
old bee addressed the court.

"Your honor," he said,

"the case has now been
pending for six weeks.

"If it is not decided soon,

"the honey will not
be fit for anything.

"I move that the bees and
the wasps be both instructed

"to build a honey comb.

"Then we shall soon see to
whom the honey really belongs."

The wasps protested loudly.

Wise Judge Hornet quickly
understood why they did so.

They knew they could
not build a honey comb

and fill it with honey.

"It is clear," said the
judge, "who made the comb

"and who could not have made it.

"The honey belongs to the bees."

Ability proves itself by deeds.

A lark made her nest in
a field of young wheat.

As the days passed, the
wheat stalks grew tall

and the young birds,
too, grew in strength.

Then one day, when the ripe
golden grain waved in the

breeze, the farmer and his
son came into the field.

"This wheat is now ready for
reaping," said the farmer.

"We must call in our
neighbors and friends

"to help us harvest it."

The young larks in their nest
close by were much frightened,

for they knew they would be in
great danger if they did not

leave the nest before
the reapers came.

When the mother lark
returned with food for them,

they told her what
they had heard.

"Do not be frightened,
children," said the mother lark.

"If the farmer said he
would call in his neighbors

and friends to help
him do his work,

"this wheat will not be
reaped for a while yet."

A few days later, the wheat
was so ripe, that when the wind

shook the stalks, a hail of
wheat grains came rustling down

on the young larks' heads.

"If this wheat is not harvested
at once," said the farmer,

"we shall lose half the crop.

"We cannot wait any longer
for help from our friends.

"Tomorrow we must set
to work, ourselves."

When the young larks
told their mother

what they had heard
that day, she said,

"Then we must be off at once.

"When a man decides
to do his own work

"and not depend on anyone else,

"then you may be sure there
will be no more delay."

There was much fluttering
and trying out of wings that

afternoon, and at sunrise
next day, when the farmer

and his son cut down the grain,
they found an empty nest.

Self-help is the best help.

There was once a cat
who was so watchful,

that a mouse hardly dared
show the tip of his whiskers

for fear of being eaten alive.

That cat seemed to be everywhere
at once with his claws

all ready for a pounce.

At last the mice kept so closely
to their dens, that the cat

saw he would have to use
his wits well to catch one.

So one day he climbed up on
a shelf and hung from it,

head downward, as if he
were dead, holding himself

up by clinging to some
ropes with one paw.

When the mice peeped out and
saw him in that position,

they thought he had been
hung up there in punishment

for some misdeed.

Very timidly at first
they stuck out their heads

and sniffed about carefully,
but as nothing stirred,

all trooped joyfully out to
celebrate the death of the cat.

Just then the cat
let go his hold,

and before the mice recovered
from their surprise,

he had made an end
of three or four.

Now the mice kept more
strictly at home than ever,

but the cat, who was
still hungry for mice,

knew more tricks than one.

Rolling himself in flour until
he was covered completely, he

lay down in the flour bin,
with one eye open for the mice.

Sure enough, the mice
soon began to come out.

To the cat it was almost as if
he already had a plump young

mouse under his claws, when
an old rat, who had had much

experience with cats and
traps, and had even lost a part

of his tail to pay for it,
sat up at a safe distance

from a hole in the
wall where he lived.

"Take care!" he cried.
"That may be a heap of meal,

"but it looks to me
very much like the cat.

"Whatever it is, it is wisest
to keep at a safe distance."

The wise do not let themselves
be tricked a second time.

Weehoo!

Wow Wilma, what an adventure.

What do you see now?

I see that we're nearing the
bottom of Fairy Tale Valley.

Soon there will be no place
for the Easter egg to roll.

We're almost there Benny.

Look down there.

It's Buya the hound dog.

Let's go listen to a story.

Hello there Buya.

My name is Benny the Easter
Bunny and this is my friend

Wilma, and we're hunting
the most amazing Easter egg,

but before we finish the hunt...

We would like to
listen to a story.

One bright morning as the
fox was following his sharp

nose through the wood in
search of a bite to eat,

he saw a crow on the
limb of a tree overhead.

This was by no means the first
crow the fox had ever seen.

What caught his attention
this time and made him stop

for a second look, was
that the lucky crow held

a bit of cheese in her beak.

"No need to search any farther,"
thought sly Master Fox.

"Here is a dainty bite
for my breakfast."

Up he trotted to the foot of
the tree in which the crow

was sitting, and
looking up admiringly,

he cried, "Good morning,
beautiful creature!"

The crow, her head cocked
on one side, watched

the fox suspiciously, but
she kept her beak tightly

closed on the cheese and
did not return his greeting.

"What a charming creature
she is!" said the fox.

"How her feathers shine!

"What a beautiful form
and what splendid wings!

"Such a wonderful bird should
have a very lovely voice,

"since everything else
about her is so perfect.

"Could she sing just one song,

"I know I should hail
her Queen of the Birds."

Listening to these flattering
words, the crow forgot

all her suspicion, and
also her breakfast.

She wanted very much to
be called Queen of Birds.

So she opened her beak wide
to utter her loudest caw,

and down fell the cheese straight
into the fox's open mouth.

"Thank you," said Master Fox
sweetly, as he walked off.

"Though it is cracked, you
have a voice sure enough.

"But where are your wits?"

The flatterer lives
at the expense

of those who will listen to him.

Another one.

Pretty please?

A traveler had hired
an ass to carry him

to a distant part
of the country.

The owner of the ass
went with the traveler,

walking beside him to drive
the ass and point out the way.

The road led across
a treeless plain

where the sun beat
down fiercely.

So intense did the heat become,
that the traveler at last

decided to stop for a rest,
and as there was no other shade

to be found, the traveler sat
down in the shadow of the ass.

Now the heat had affected
the driver as much as it had

the traveler, and even more,
for he had been walking.

Wishing also to rest in
the shade cast by the ass,

he began to quarrel
with the traveler,

saying he had hired the ass
and not the shadow it cast.

The two soon came to blows,

and while they were fighting,
the ass took to its heels.

In quarreling about the shadow
we often lose the substance.

I'd love another story.

One day, a long time ago,
an old miller and his son were

on their way to market with an
ass which they hoped to sell.

They drove him very
slowly, for they thought

they would have a better
chance to sell him

if they kept him
in good condition.

As they walked along the
highway some travelers

laughed loudly at them.

"What foolishness," cried one,

"to walk when they
might as well ride.

"The most stupid
of the three is not

"the one you would
expect it to be."

The miller did not
like to be laughed at,

so he told his son
to climb up and ride.

They had gone a little
farther along the road,

when three merchants passed by.

"Oh ho, what have we
here?" they cried.

"Respect old age, young man.

"Get down, and let
the old man ride."

Though the miller was not tired,

he made the boy get down and
climbed up himself to ride,

just to please the merchants.

At the next turnstile they
overtook some women carrying

market baskets loaded
with vegetables

and other things to sell.

"Look at the old fool,"
exclaimed one of them.

"Perched on the ass, while
that poor boy has to walk."

The miller felt a bit
vexed, but to be agreeable

he told the boy to
climb up behind him.

They had no sooner started
out again than a loud shout

went up from another company
of people on the road.

"What a crime," cried one,

"to load up a poor
dumb beast like that.

"They look more able to
carry the poor creature,

"than he to carry them."

"They must be on
their way to sell

"the poor thing's
hide," said another.

The miller and his son quickly
scrambled down, and a short

time later, the market place
was thrown into an uproar

as the two came along carrying
the donkey slung from a pole.

A great crowd of people ran
out to get a closer look

at the strange sight.

The ass did not dislike being
carried, but so many people

came up to point at him and
laugh and shout, that he began

to kick and bray, and then,
just as they were crossing

a bridge, the ropes
that held him gave way,

and down he tumbled
into the river.

The poor miller now
set out sadly for home.

By trying to please everybody,
he had pleased nobody,

and lost his ass besides.

If you try to please
all, you please none.

A dove saw an ant
fall into a brook.

The ant struggled in vain to
reach the bank, and in pity,

the dove dropped a blade
of straw close beside it.

Clinging to the straw
like a shipwrecked sailor

to a broken spar, the ant
floated safely to shore.

Soon after, the ant saw a man
getting ready to kill the dove

with a stone, but just as he
cast the stone, the ant stung

him in the heel, so that the
pain made him miss his aim,

and the startled dove flew
to safety in a distant wood.

A kindness is never wasted.

Weehoo!

Benny, I see it!

It's the amazing Easter
egg we've been looking for.

Quick!

Let's go to it
before it rolls away.

It can't run away.

We're at the bottom
of Fairy Tale Valley.

We made it.

Look, is that
Annie the honeybee?

She is.

I'd love to listen
to another story,

but what about our
Easter egg hunt?

We're at the
bottom of the valley,

no more place for the egg to go.

So we have time
for another story?

Sure.

Hello there, my name
is Benny the Easter Bunny

and this is my friend Wilma.

We're on an Easter
egg hunt adventure.

Our egg is waiting for us
at the bottom of the valley.

But before we
go to get our egg

and leave Fairy Tale Valley...

Will you tell us a story?

A stray lamb stood
drinking early one morning

on the bank of a
woodland stream.

That very same morning a
hungry wolf came by farther

up the stream, hunting
for something to eat.

He soon got his
eyes on the lamb.

As a rule Mr. Wolf snapped
up such delicious morsels

without making any bones
about it, but this lamb looked

so very helpless and
innocent that the wolf felt

he ought to have some kind of
an excuse for taking its life.

"How dare you paddle
around in my stream

"and stir up all the
mud." he shouted fiercely.

"You deserve to be punished
severely for your rashness."

"But, your highness,"
replied the trembling lamb,

"do not be angry.

"I cannot possibly
muddy the water

"you are drinking up there.

"Remember, you are upstream
and I am downstream."

"You do muddy it."
retorted the wolf savagely.

"And besides,

"I have heard that you told
lies about me last year!"

"How could I have done
so?" pleaded the lamb.

"I wasn't born until this year."

"If it wasn't you,
it was your brother."

"I have no brothers."

"Well, then," snarled the wolf,

"It was someone in your family
anyway, but no matter who

"it was, I do not intend to be
talked out of my breakfast."

And without more words the
wolf seized the poor lamb

and carried her
off to the forest.

The tyrant can always find
an excuse for his tyranny.

The unjust will not listen to
the reasoning of the innocent.

Ooh, tell
us another please.

A wolf had been
hurt in a fight with a bear.

He was unable to move
and could not satisfy

his hunger and thirst.

A sheep passed by
near his hiding place,

and the wolf called to him.

"Please fetch me a drink
of water," he begged,

"that might give
me strength enough

"so I can get me
some solid food."

"Solid food!" said the sheep.

"That means me, I suppose.

"If I should bring you a drink,

"it would only serve to
wash me down your throat.

"Don't talk to me
about a drink!"

A knave's hypocrisy is
easily seen through.

Will you tell
us one more story Annie?

Hares, as you
know, are very timid.

The least shadow, sends
them scurrying in fright

to a hiding place.

Once they decided to die rather
than live in such misery,

but while they were debating
how best to meet death,

they thought they heard a
noise and in a flash were

scampering off to the warren.

On the way they passed a
pond where a family of frogs

was sitting among the
reeds on the bank.

In an instant the startled
frogs were seeking safety

in the mud.

"Look," cried a hare,

"things are not
so bad after all,

"for here are creatures
who are even afraid of us!"

However unfortunate
we may think we are,

there is always someone
worse off than ourselves.

I don't
know what I'd give

to listen to another story.

Will you please
tell us one more?

The fox one day thought
of a plan to amuse himself

at the expense of the stork,
at whose odd appearance

he was always laughing.

"You must come and dine with
me today," he said to the

stork, smiling to himself at
the trick he was going to play.

The stork gladly
accepted the invitation

and arrived in good time and
with a very good appetite.

For dinner the fox served
soup, but it was set out

in a very shallow dish,
and all the stork could do

was to wet the very
tip of his bill.

Not a drop of soup could he get.

But the fox lapped it up
easily, and, to increase the

disappointment of the stork,
made a great show of enjoyment.

The hungry stork was much
displeased at the trick,

but he was a calm, even-tempered
fellow and saw no good

in flying into a rage.

Instead, not long afterward,

he invited the fox to
dine with him in turn.

The fox arrived promptly at
the time that had been set,

and the stork served
a fish dinner that had

a very appetizing smell.

But it was served in a tall
jar with a very narrow neck.

The stork could easily get at
the food with his long bill,

but all the fox could do was
to lick the outside of the jar,

and sniff at the delicious odor.

And when the fox lost his
temper, the stork said calmly,

"Do not play tricks on
your neighbors unless

"you can stand the same
treatment yourself."

Weehoo!

There it is, the amazing egg
of the Wish Bird of Easter.

We made
it, we found it!

Weehoo!

This was the most incredible
Easter egg hunt adventure ever.

I agree.

Tell me Benny, what
will your wish be

when you open the Easter egg?

Will it grant me
any wish I desire?

Yes.

So what will it be?

Hu-hu, well I wish to
start this Easter egg hunt

all over again.