of each member where the bird might be.
The cook, fearing that it might be already known to her, confessed the
theft, and begged for pardon.

"You have been very audacious," said the abbess, "but at least collect
the bones and bring them to me."

The cook did as directed, and the abbess at a word caused the bones to
come together and to assume flesh, and afterwards feathers, and, lo! the
original bird rose up.

The geese, having received their lost companion, rejoiced loudly,
and, beating their wings gratefully, made many circles over the sacred
cloister, before they flew away. Neither did they in future ever dare
to place a foot on the lands of the convent, nor to touch one blade of
grass.

THE KING OF THE BIRDS

BY THE BROTHERS GRIMM (TRANSLATED)

One day the birds took it into their heads that they would like a
master, and that one of their number must be chosen king. A meeting of
all the birds was called, and on a beautiful May morning they assembled
from woods and fields and meadows. The eagle, the robin, the bluebird,
the owl, the lark, the sparrow were all there. The cuckoo came, and the
lapwing, and so did all the other birds, too numerous to mention. There
also came a very little bird that had no name at all.

There was great confusion and noise. There was piping, hissing,
chattering and clacking, and finally it was decided that the bird that
could fly the highest should be king.

The signal was given and all the birds flew in a great flock into the
air. There was a loud rustling and whirring and beating of wings. The
air was full of dust, and it seemed as if a black cloud were floating
over the field.

The little birds soon grew tired and fell back quickly to earth. The
larger ones held out longer, and flew higher and higher, but the eagle
flew highest of any. He rose, and rose, until he seemed to be flying
straight into the sun.

The other birds gave out and one by one they fell back to earth; and
when the eagle saw this he thought, "What is the use of flying any
higher? It is settled: I am king!"

Then the birds below called in one voice: "Come back, come back! You
must be our king! No one can fly as high as you."

"Except me!" cried a shrill, shrill voice, and the little bird without
a name rose from the eagle's back, where he had lain hidden in the
feathers, and he flew into the air. Higher and higher he mounted till
he was lost to sight, then, folding his wings together, he sank to