Capitolo 45
you look for new friends.
After many vagabondages, he came for a long time to a great forest, and here
nearby to an anchor the lake he was to remain. Delicate wood-flowers grew near
him in the green and deep musk, with heads that bend as if theirs listened
to the soft wind that sings among the pines. Birds bright-dagli eyes peered at
to him from their nests, and very-colored bugs danced above of the
refreshments, still the lake.
"This is a pleasant place", said Thistle; "it will be at my home for a
while. Comes of here, blue dragon-fly, I would make gladly a friend of
You, for me I am alone entirely."
The dragon-fly folded up his/her wings that shine close to the Elf, listened to
the history that he has said, promise to help the solitary one and he strove
to manufacture a happy house the forest to him.
Then here dwelt Thistle and some friends of kind gathered round off him,
for him he/she softly spoke to them, and they didn't know anything of the cruel actions
he had done; and for once he was happily ever after. But for a long time
he grew tired of the kind birds and wild-flowers, and it looked for new
pleasure in to destroy the beauty he was tired of; and soon the
friends that had so it kindly gave him the welcome one it reputed him/it as a bad
spirit, and he tightened away as him drew near.
For a long time his/her friend the dragon-fly implored him to leave the quiet
house that he had disturbed. Then Thistle was very angry, and while the
dragon-fly was sleeping among the flowers that have hung on the lake him,
conducted an ugly spider to the stain, and he/she offered him plots his/her nets around the
bug rest, and fast ties him/it. The cruel spider respected gladly
the ungrateful Fairy; and the poor fly neither you/he/she could transport soon leg neither
wing. Then Thistle flew away through the wood, while leaving the pain and
acts behind him.
He had not traveled far before he grew tired, and you/he/she had buried down.
Long he slept, and when him he woke up, and it tried to rise, his/her hands and