ds of the north a King Robin. This King Robin and his
mate and their four baby robins were all the robins that there were
to be found in all the deep, dark woods.

Every morning when the gray light in the east glowed through the
woods, King Robin sang a song, and every evening when the sun was
about to sink behind the hills of the west, King Robin sang another
song.

King Robin's breast was covered with the softest and whitest down,
but one day Mrs. Robin noticed that the tiny tips of the feathers
were stained with red.

"You have some cherry juice on your white breast!" said Mrs. King
Robin.

"I will wash it off!" said King Robin.

So King Robin plunged into Lake Win-a-ke-tea-cup and washed his
white breast, but the stain would not come off, and each day the
tiny tips of the soft white feathers of King Robin's breast became
a darker red until at last as King Robin sat in the top of his tall
tree and sang his evening song, his breast was the color of the red
sunset, and each morning as he sang his morning song, the red
sunrise was no redder than King Robin's breast. And King Robin grew
very proud of his red breast which was stained by the dyes of the
glowing sky.

Near the foot of King Robin's tree a Little Gray Mouse had his
nest, and as the weather was neither too warm nor too cold, the
Little Gray Mouse often sat outside his door and visited with King
Robin.

One day they were talking about the Great White Bear. The Great
White Bear lived in a cave. The cave was very large, and in one
corner of it the Great White Bear had his nest. The Little Gray
Mouse said to King Robin: "I am not afraid of the Great White Bear.
Are you?"

And King Robin answered, "Yes, I am very much afraid of the Great
White Bear."

"I dare go into his cave, and tangle his fur!" said the Little Gray
Mouse.

"I would not do that, if I were you!" said King Robin. "If the
Great White Bear grew angry, he might do something terrible to
you!"

"Pooh!" said the Little Gray Mouse, "who is afraid of a bear? I
will stay in his cave all night, and tangle his fur into little
hard knots!"

And that night while the Great White Bear was hunting in the
woods, the Little Gray Mouse slipped into his cave and hid himself
in a corner of