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A brook was flowing along so quickly, one little wave hurrying the
other, that a little boy stopped by its side to watch and admire it.
He watched the beautiful clear stream, as it hurried on, and wished
he might run along with it into the wide world.
"Little brook, won't you take me with you?" said the boy.
The brook answered, "I cannot wait for you, dear child; I have much
work to do to-day."
"What can you have to do?" asked the boy.
"I will tell," said the brook: "I must go to the mill and turn the
wheels; must flow to the meadows and water the flowers; must take
water to the people, so they can drink and bathe; all the birds and
animals drink from me, and the river is waiting for me to take me to
the sea. In the sea there are many big fishes, and heavy vessels
that I help to carry. You, dear child, must stay with your mother
till you are grown. So, for the present, good-bye."
"Good-bye, dearest brooklet, I wish you a pleasant journey; and some
day, when I am a man, I will follow you."
What the Brook Said
A Fictional Short Story by
Agnes Taylor Ketchum & Ida M. Jorgensen
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