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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.

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