‘Only look at me,’ said the mother. ‘This is the way you must hold your heads; and in this manner place your feet,--one, two! one, two! this will help you to get on.’ She flew a little way, and the young ones made an awkward spring after her,--bounce! down they fell; for their bodies were heavy. [Illustration: ‘STORK! STORK! LONG-LEGGED STORK!’] ‘I will not fly,’ said one of the young ones, as he crept back into the nest. ‘I do not want to go into the warm countries!’ ‘Do you want to be frozen to death during the winter? Shall the boys come, and hang, burn, or roast you? Wait a little, I will call them!’ ‘Oh no!’ said the little stork; and again he began to hop about on the roof like the others. By the third day they could fly pretty well, and so they thought they could also sit and take their ease in the air; but bounce! down they tumbled, and found themselves obliged to make use of their wings. The boys now came into the street, singing their favourite song-- ‘Stork! stork! long-legged stork!’ ‘Shall not we fly down and peck out their eyes?’ said the young ones. ‘No, leave them alone!’ said the mother. ‘Attend to me, that is of much more importance!--one, two, three, now to the right!--one, two, three, now to the left, round the chimneypot! That was very well; you managed your wings so neatly last time, that I will permit you to come with me to-morrow to the marsh: several first-rate stork families will be there with their children. Let it be said that mine are the prettiest and best behaved of all; and remember to stand very upright, and to throw out your chest; that looks well, and gives such an air of distinction!’ ‘But are we not to take revenge upon those rude boys?’ asked the young ones. ‘Let them screech as much as they please! You will fly among the clouds, you will go to the land of the pyramids, when they must shiver with cold, and have not a single green leaf to look at, nor a single sweet apple to eat!’ ‘Yes, we shall be revenged!’ whispered they one to another. And then they were drilled again. Of all the boys in the town, the forwardest in singing nonsensical verses was always the same one who had begun teasing the storks, a little urchin not more than six years old. The young storks indeed fancied him a hundred years old, because he was bigger than either their father or mother, and what should they know about the ages of children, or grown up human beings! All their schemes of revenge were aimed at this little boy; he had been the first to tease them, and continued to do so. The young storks were highly excited about it, and the older they grew, the less they were inclined to endure persecution. Their mother, in order to pacify them, at last promised that they should be revenged, but not until the last day of their stay in this place.