now the frog began to stir. he stretched his legs and went down to the ditch to take his morning bath. the birds began to chirp in the wood and the stag belled among the trees.

morning began to break and the sun peeped over the hill:

“what’s this?” he said. “what does it all mean? one can’t see one’s hand before one’s eyes. morning-wind! up with you, you sluggard, and blow that nasty mist away!”

and the morning-wind flew across the fields and blew away the mist. at the same moment, the sun sent his first rays straight down upon the night-scented rocket.

“hullo!” said the flower. “here’s the sun! now i must be quick and close my petals. where in the name of wonder has the mist gone to?”

“here i am,” said the dew-drop hanging from her stalk.