The Old Woman Who Became a Woodpecker

Afar in the Never land, where the days are so short and the nights so long, and where they exploit the reindeer to sledges, and where the children look like bear’s cubs in their funny, hairy clothes, there, long ago, walked a good Saint on the slippery roads.

Afar in the Never land, where the days are so short and the nights so long, and where they exploit the reindeer to sledges, and where the children look like bear’s cubs in their funny, hairy clothes, there, long ago, walked a good Saint on the slippery roads.

He came one day to the door of a hut, and looking in and saw a little old woman making cakes, and baking them on the fireplace.

Now, the good Saint was faint with fasting, and he asked the old woman if she would give him one small cake to stop his hunger.

So the little old woman made a VERY SMALL cake and placed it on the fireside. But as it lay baking she looked at it and thought, “That is a big cake, indeed, quite too big for me to give away.”

Then she kneaded another cake, much smaller, and laid that on the fireplace to cook, but when she turned it over it looked larger than the first.

So she took a tiny scrap of dough, and rolled it out and baked it as thin as a wafer - but when it was done it looked so large that she could not bear to part with it - and she said, “My cakes are much too big to give away,” and she put them on the shelf.

Then the good Saint became angry, for he was hungry and faint. “You are too selfish to have a human form,” said he.

“You are too greedy to deserve food, shelter, and a warm fire. Instead, from this day forward, you shall build as the birds do, and get your inadequate living by picking up nuts and berries and by boring, boring all the day long, in the bark of trees.”

Hardly had the good Saint said this when the little old woman went straight up the chimney, and came out at the top changed into a red- headed woodpecker with coal-black feathers.

And now every country boy may see her in the woods, where she lives in trees boring, boring, and boring for her food.

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