Fourth Grade Read Aloud Banquet

To a Mouse

On Turning Up Her Nest with the Plow, November, 1785

Wee, sleekit, cow'rin', tim'rous beastie,
Oh, what a panic's in thy breastie!
Thou needna start awa' sae hasty,
Wi' bickering brattle!
I wad be laith to rin and chase thee,
Wi' murd'ring pattle!

I'm truly sorry man's dominion
Has broken Nature's social union,
And justifies that ill opinion,
Which makes thee startle
At me, thy poor earth-born companion
And fellow-mortal!

I doubtna, whiles, but thou may thieve;
What then? poor beastie, thou maun live!
A daimen icker in a thrave
'S a sma' request:
I'll get a blessin' wi' the lave,
And never miss 't!

Thy wee bit housie, too, in ruin!
Its silly wa's the win's are strewin'!
And naething now to big a new ane
O' foggage green,
And bleak December's winds ensuin',
Baith snell and keen!

Thou saw the fields laid bare and waste,
And weary winter comin' fast,
And cozie here, beneath the blast,
Thou thought to dwell,
Till, crash! the cruel coulter passed
Out through thy cell.

That wee bit heap o' leaves and stibble
Has cost thee monie a weary nibble!
Now thou's turned out for a' thy trouble,
But house or hald,
To thole the winter's sleety dribble,
And cranreuch cauld!

But, Mousie, thou art no thy lane,
In proving foresight may be vain:
The best-laid schemes o' mice and men
Gang aft a-gley,
And lea'e us naught but grief and pain,
For promised joy.

Still thou art blest, compared wi' me!
The present only toucheth thee:
But, och! I backward cast my e'e
On prospects drear!
And forward, though I canna see,
I guess and fear.

	Monday	Tuesday	Wednesday	Thursday	Friday	Saturday	Sunday
Week 21	Tick-Running and a Heartbreak from The Adventures of Tom Sawyer by Mark Twain	Elizabeth—The Story of the Queen's Favourite from Our Island Story by H. E. Marshall	Butterflies from The Story Book of Science by Jean Henri Fabre	For the Sake of a Falcon from The Little Duke by Charlotte M. Yonge	"The Great Lord Hawke" from The Struggle for Sea Power by M. B. Synge	The Four Skilful Brothers from Fairy Tales Too Good To Miss—Across the Lake by Lisa M. Ripperton	The Little Girl Who Was Raised to Life from Hurlbut's Story of the Bible by Jesse Lyman Hurlbut
	The Cid from Heroes of the Middle Ages by Eva March Tappan	Is It a Life of Fear? from The Spring of the Year by Dallas Lore Sharp	General James Oglethorpe from Builders of Our Country: Book I by Gertrude van Duyn Southworth	The Partridge and the Crow from The Tortoise and the Geese and Other Fables of Bidpai by Maude Barrows Dutton	The Valkyrie from The Children of Odin: A Book of Northern Myths by Padraic Colum	Honey and Honey-Dew from The Bee People by Margaret Warner Morley	A Short Chapter about Curdie from The Princess and the Goblin by George MacDonald The Cobs' Creatures from The Princess and the Goblin by George MacDonald
	Robert of Lincoln by William Cullen Bryant	Morning Hymn by Thomas Moore	The May Queen by Alfred Lord Tennyson	The Passionate Shepherd to His Love by Christopher Marlowe		A Legend of Lake Okeefinokee by Laura E. Richards	The Fountain by James Russell Lowell

The Aesop for Children by Milo Winter

The Animals and the Plague

Once upon a time a severe plague raged among the animals. Many died, and those who lived were so ill, that they cared for neither food nor drink, and dragged themselves about listlessly. No longer could a fat young hen tempt Master Fox to dinner, nor a tender lamb rouse greedy Sir Wolf's appetite.

At last the Lion decided to call a council. When all the animals were gathered together he arose and said

"Dear friends, I believe the gods have sent this plague upon us as a punishment for our sins. Therefore, the most guilty one of us must be offered in sacrifice. Perhaps we may thus obtain forgiveness and cure for all.

"I will confess all my sins first. I admit that I have been very greedy and have devoured many sheep. They had done me no harm. I have eaten goats and bulls and stags. To tell the truth, I even ate up a shepherd now and then.

"Now, if I am the most guilty, I am ready to be sacrificed. But I think it best that each one confess his sins as I have done. Then we can decide in all justice who is the most guilty."

"Your majesty," said the Fox, "you are too good. Can it be a crime to eat sheep, such stupid mutton heads? No, no, your majesty. You have done them great honor by eating them up.

"And so far as shepherds are concerned, we all know they belong to that puny race that pretends to be our masters."

All the animals applauded the Fox loudly. Then, though the Tiger, the Bear, the Wolf, and all the savage beasts recited the most wicked deeds, all were excused and made to appear very saint-like and innocent.

It was now the Ass's turn to confess.

"I remember," he said guiltily, `"that one day as I was passing a field belonging to some priests, I was so tempted by the tender grass and my hunger, that I could not resist nibbling a bit of it. I had no right to do it, I admit—"

A great uproar among the beasts interrupted him. Here was the culprit who had brought misfortune on all of them! What a horrible crime it was to eat grass that belonged to someone else! It was enough to hang anyone for, much more an Ass.

Immediately they all fell upon him, the Wolf in the lead, and soon had made an end to him, sacrificing him to the gods then and there, and without the formality of an altar.

The weak are made to suffer for the misdeeds of the powerful.