|A Child's Book of Stories|
|by Penrhyn W. Coussens|
|A choice collection of favorite fairy tales, to delight children of all ages. The 86 stories selected for this collection include folk tales from England, Norway, and India, as well as the best fairy tales from Grimm, Andersen, and Perrault. The volume also contains a handful of fables from Aesop and several tales from the Arabian Nights. Ages 5-9 |
I DON'T CARE
SHALL go this way," said a young black colt, who was out on
"No, no," said a horse who was close by. "You must
stay on the moor."
"Why?" asked the colt.
"I cannot tell you," said the horse. "I have been told
to stay by an old horse, and I shall do so."
"I don't care," said the young colt, and off he ran
down the road.
By and by he met an old mare at the inn door.
"Why are you here?" asked she.
"I have come out for a bit of fun," said the colt.
"But you should not do so," said the mare. "You are
not fit to go out in the world. You have no shoes."
"I don't care," said the colt, and he kicked up his
heels to show that he did not mind what the old mare
said. But the mare said no more.
Then he went on down the road, as fast as he could run.
He met a mule with a pack on his back. The mule shook
his head when he saw the colt.
"You should not be here," he said. "You have come from
off the moor, I know. The town is close by."
"I don't care," said the colt. And on he ran right
through the town. He had not been in a town in all his
life, and the noise, and the sight of all the men, and
all the carts, and cars made him feel
 quite crazy. He ran here and there, while men and boys
ran to catch him, and threw stones and sticks, and
cried out at him, up and down all the streets.
At last in a great sheet of glass, he saw what he
thought was a young colt, and he ran up to ask it what
he should do, and how he could get back to the moor.
Of course it was not a colt, but his own self that he
saw in the glass.
The glass cut him when he dashed it, and he fell down.
And then he was caught.
"Why, that is my young colt from off the moor!" said a
man, who then came up. "These are his little games,
are they? He must have a log of wood tied to his feet
so he cannot run away again."
So he was led back to the moor, with his head cut, and
his feet all sore, and there he had to stump from place
to place with a great log tied to his feel. But he did
not say, "I don't care" any more.
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