THE LITTLE BROWN WRENS

Taranaki Daily News, 17 May 1930, Page 24 (Supplement)

THE LITTLE BROWN WRENS

A VERY VERY BROWN STORY.

Mrs. Brown Wren heard the brown bell in the high brown steeple strike six o'clock. Immediately she got out' of her little brown bed- and took off her little brown nightgown. Then she put on her little brown dress and her little brown apron, and went down hci little brown stairs into her little brown kitchen and started to make some good brown bredd for breakfast. When the little brown bread was all baked a nice, shiny brown, Mrs. Brown Wren set. it on the little brown table. Then she put around al] the little blown plates, and all the little brown knives and forks and spoons, and the little brown napkins, and placed all the little brown chairs around the little brown table. After that, she rang the little brown bell. When Mr. Brown- Wren and all . the Little Brown Wrens heard the little brown bell, they all got out of their little brown beds, took off their little brown pyjamas, and put on theii little brown clothes. Then they came down the little brown stairs and seated themselves in the little brown chairs. After they had eaten all of the little brown bread, Father Brown Wren kissed Mother Brown Wren and all the Little Brown Wrens and. went away to business in his little brown automobile. Then Mother Brown Wren tied all the little brown hair-ribbons and all the little brown neckties, and 'kissed all the Little Brown Wrens and sent them off to the little brown schoolhouse. When they had all gone, Mrs. Brown Wren said, “Now I can clean my little brown house.” She went up her little brown stairs 1 and made all the little brown beds with good, clean, little brown sheets. Then she dusted all the little- brown tables and all the little brown chairs, and made everything spick and span. After that, she washed down her little brown stairs, polished her little brown stove, and scrubbed her little brown kitchen till everything looked just as brown as anything could be. Then .she went to work and made the finest little brown pudding, all filled with little brown raisins. Just as, the little brown pudding . was all nicely browned and quite done, she heard the patter of all the Little Brown Wrens’ feet. She hurried to open the little brown door, and in flocked the hungry Little Brown Wrens. When they had eaten the, little brown pudding all filled with little biown raisins, they all declared it was the very best little brown pudding the Little -Brown Wrens could possibly eat. Then one of the Little Brown Wrens eaid, “We have the best little brown ■mother in the world!”

This made Mrs. Brown Wren very happy, and she smiled a very little brown smile while she said in turn, "I, too, have the best little brown wrens in the world!” Just then they heard the honk-honk of a little brown automobile. They all flew to the little brown door, and there, in truth, was Mr. Brown Wren himself. The Little Brown Wrens all crowded about him and said, “We have the best little brown mother in the world.” Of course, that made Mrs. Brown Wren happier than ever. Then Mrs. Brown Wren put her little brown wing in that of Mr. Brown Wren, and said, “And I have the best little brown wrens.” "Yes, y«s,” answered Father Brown Wren, “quite true, quite true.” And, trying to put his two little brown wings around them all, he proudly said, "See, I have the best little brown family in all the world.” Then they all went into the little brown house, and after a while they had a tasty little brown stew for supper. When that was eaten, and all the little brown dishes had been washed and wiped and put away in the little brown cupboard, Mr. Brown Wren lighted a little brown lamp and seated himself in a comfortable little brown chair with his little brown feet on a little brown stool. Then he took out a little brown newspaper and began to read. Mrs. Brown Wren lighted a little brown candle and led all the Little Brown Wrens up the little brown stairs. She helped them take off their little brown clothes and put on their little brown pyjamas; after that she heard them say their little. brown prayers, and tucked them all cosily and snugly underneath the clean little brown sheets in their own little brown beds. Then Mr. Brown Wren put down, his little brown paper, and took his little brown lamp, and went up the little brown stairs. After he and Mrs. Brown Wren had talked for awhile in little brown whispers, they took off their little brown clothes, put on their little brown nightgowns, and got into their little brown beds, all cool and cosy under z 'the clean little brown sheets. Then the little brown bell in the little brown steeple struck nine times, and all the little brown eyes in all the little brown heads were tightly closed. The little brown wrens slept peacefully and happily all the night long. HULLO! KETTLE CALLING! 1 should have said: “Old, useless kettle with a hole in it.” For I have been taken off a rubbish heap to tell you something wonderful. When I’ve finished, I shall go back to the rubbish heap. But I don’t mind, because there’s no end to me. There’s no end to anything, and that’s what I want to explain to you! Now, in my time, I’ve boiled enough water to fill a small pond. The breath that came nut of my mouth each time has been drawn up into the air, and now it keeps coming back again as rain, or dew. And the water has made tea and. cakes which have fed people, and formed flesh and bone. But now, you will say, you’re finished, kettle! Not at all. If I am not taken from the rubbish heap, melted down, and made by fire into something that looks new but is millions of years old, I shall probably be dug inip a field with the rest of the rubbish. There I shall rust and nourish the earth, and bits of me will live in an elegant pear tree, or to a dear old cabbage. My age is unknown. I started as a mineral in the very night of time when the earth was a boiling mass. When the earth had cooled, I lay in its tender heart till man came with a pick and got me out. Now take anything you like, trace it back to its beginning, and then try to find its end. You just can’t do it! So don’t scorn anything— not even the old kettle on the rubbish heap! Goodbyel