Helen Dean Fish,
The Little Princess in the Wood
“ Late in the afternoon, the little Princess came to a mossy glade at the edge of the wood where the silly little mushrooms live, who grow up in a single night—red-caps, brown-caps and white-caps. They begged her to stop and tell them a story, so being a most obliging little Princess, she sat on the grass among them and told them tales of the great oak tree beside her father’s castle gate, which had taken hundreds of years to grow and had seen many storms and the coming and going of brave knights and fair ladies. ”
