Chimney sweeps -- Juvenile fiction; Fairy tales -- England
And in the water-forest he saw the water-monkeys and water-squirrels
(they had all six legs, though; everything almost has six legs in the
water, except efts and water-babies); and nimbly enough they ran among
the branches. There were water-flowers there too, in thousands; and Tom
tried to pick them: but as soon as he touched them, they drew themselves
in and turned into knots of jelly; and then Tom saw that they were all
alive—bells, and stars, and wheels, and flowers, of all beautiful shapes
and colours; and all alive and busy, just as Tom was. So now he found
that there was a great deal more in the world than he had fancied at
first sight.
There was one wonderful little fellow, too, who peeped out of the top of
a house built of round bricks. He had two big wheels, and one little
one, all over teeth, spinning round and round like the wheels in a
thrashing-machine; and Tom stood and stared at him, to see what he was
going to make with his machinery. And what do you think he was doing?
Brick-making. With his two big wheels he swept together all the mud
which floated in the water: all that was nice in it he put into his
stomach and ate; and all the mud he put into the little wheel on his
breast, which really was a round hole set with teeth; and there he spun
it into a neat hard round brick; and then he took it and stuck it on the
top of his house-wall, and set to work to make another. Now was not he a
clever little fellow?
Tom thought so: but when he wanted to talk to him the brick-maker was
much too busy and proud of his work to take notice of him.
Now you must know that all the things under the water talk; only not such
a language as ours; but such as horses, and dogs, and cows, and birds
talk to each other; and Tom soon learned to understand them and talk to
them; so that he might have had very pleasant company if he had only been
a good boy. But I am sorry to say, he was too like some other little
boys, very fond of hunting and tormenting creatures for mere sport. Some
people say that boys cannot help it; that it is nature, and only a proof
that we are all originally descended from beasts of prey. But whether it
is nature or not, little boys can help it, and must help it. For if they
have naughty, low, mischievous tricks in their nature, as monkeys have,
that is no reason why they should give way to those tricks like monkeys,
who know no better. And therefore they must not torment dumb creatures;
for if they do, a certain old lady who is coming will surely give them
exactly what they deserve.
But Tom did not know that; and he pecked and howked the poor water-things
about sadly, till they were all afraid of him, and got out of his way, or
crept into their shells; so he had no one to speak to or play with.
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