THE DROP OF WATER故事

　　 OF course you know what is meant by a magnifying glass-

　　 one of those round spectacle-glasses that make everything look

　　 a hundred times bigger than it is? When any one takes one of

　　 these and holds it to his eye, and looks at a drop of water

　　 from the pond yonder, he sees above a thousand wonderful

　　 creatures that are otherwise never discerned in the water. But

　　 there they are, and it is no delusion. It almost looks like a

　　 great plateful of spiders jumping about in a crowd. And how

　　 fierce they are! They tear off each other's legs. and arms and

　　 bodies, before and behind; and yet they are merry and joyful

　　 in their way.

　　 Now, there once was an old man whom all the people called

　　 Kribble-Krabble, for that was his name. He always wanted the

　　 best of everything, and when he could not manage it otherwise,

　　 he did it by magic.

　　 There he sat one day, and held his magnifying-glass to his

　　 eye, and looked at a drop of water that had been taken out of

　　 a puddle by the ditch. But what a kribbling and krabbling was

　　 there! All the thousands of little creatures hopped and sprang

　　 and tugged at one another, and ate each other up.

　　 "That is horrible!" said old Kribble-Krabble. "Can one not

　　 persuade them to live in peace and quietness, so that each one

　　 may mind his own business?"

　　 And he thought it over and over, but it would not do, and

　　 so he had recourse to magic.

　　 "I must give them color, that they may be seen more

　　 plainly," said he; and he poured something like a little drop

　　 of red wine into the drop of water, but it was witches' blood

　　 from the lobes of the ear, the finest kind, at ninepence a

　　 drop. And now the wonderful little creatures were pink all

　　 over. It looked like a whole town of naked wild men.

　　 "What have you there?" asked another old magician, who had

　　 no name- and that was the best thing about him.

　　 "Yes, if you can guess what it is," said Kribble-Krabble,

　　 "I'll make you a present of it."

　　 But it is not so easy to find out if one does not know.

　　 And the magician who had no name looked through the

　　 magnifying-glass.

　　 It looked really like a great town reflected there, in

　　 which all the people were running about without clothes. It

　　 was terrible! But it was still more terrible to see how one

　　 beat and pushed the other, and bit and hacked, and tugged and

　　 mauled him. Those at the top were being pulled down, and those

　　 at the bottom were struggling upwards.

　　 "Look! look! his leg is longer than mine! Bah! Away with

　　 it! There is one who has a little bruise. It hurts him, but it

　　 shall hurt him still more."

　　 And they hacked away at him, and they pulled at him, and

　　 ate him up, because of the little bruise. And there was one

　　 sitting as still as any little maiden, and wishing only for

　　 peace and quietness. But now she had to come out, and they

　　 tugged at her, and pulled her about, and ate her up.

　　 "That's funny!" said the magician.

　　 "Yes; but what do you think it is?" said Kribble-Krabble.

　　 "Can you find that out?"

　　 "Why, one can see that easily enough," said the other.

　　 "That's Paris, or some other great city, for they're all

　　 alike. It's a great city!"

　　 "It's a drop of puddle water!" said Kribble-Krabble.

　　 THE END