The sky was pitchy black; it thundered and lightened, and the
sea ran in black waves, mountains high, crested with white foam. He
shrieked out, but could hardly make himself heard:
"Flounder, flounder in the sea,
Prythee, hearken unto me:
My wife, Ilsebil, will have her own way
Whatever I wish, whatever I say."
"Now, what does she want?" asked the flounder.
"Alas," he said, "she wants to be Lord of the Universe."
"Now she must go back to her old hovel," said the flounder; "and there
you will find her."
And there they are to this very day!
* * * * *
LITTLE SNOW-WHITE
BY WILHELM AND JAKOB GRIMM
Once upon a time it was the middle of winter; the flakes of snow were
falling like feathers from the sky; a Queen sat at a window sewing,
and the frame of the window was made of black ebony. As she was sewing
and looking out of the window at the snow, she pricked her finger with
the needle, and three drops of blood fell upon the snow. And the red
looked pretty upon the white snow, and she thought to herself:
"Would that I had a child as white as snow, as red as blood, and as
black as the wood of the window-frame!" Soon after that she had a
little daughter, who was as white as snow, and as red as blood, and
her hair was as black as ebony; so she was called Little Snow-white.
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