The Lark and It's Young Ones
P. V. Ramuswami Raju, Indian Fables
A child went up to a lark and said: "Good
have you any young ones?"
"Yes, child, I have," said
the mother lark, "and
they are very pretty ones, indeed." Then she
pointed to the little birds and said, "This is Fair
Wing, that is Tiny Bill, and that other is Bright
"At home, we are three," said
"myself and two sisters. Mother says that we are
pretty children, and she loves us."
To this the little larks replied, "Oh,
mother is fond of us, too."
"Good mother lark," said the child, "will
let Tiny Bill go home with me and play?"
Before the mother lark could reply,
Bright Eyes said, "Yes, if you will send your little
sister to play with us in our nest."
"Oh, she will be so sorry
to leave home,"
said the child, "she could not come away from
"Tiny Bill will be so sorry
to leave our nest,"
answered Bright Eyes, "and he will not go away
from OUR mother."
Then the child ran away to her mother,
saying, "Ah, every one is fond of home!"