Mary Hayes Davis,
Chinese Fables and Folk Stories…
(1908)
“ We are not fond of them, nor they of us.' "'You are like me and mine,' I told them. And we looked at each other and saw the same feathers and the same color. Then they asked me where my home was and I told them under a rock of the Wu-Toa Mountain. So they went with me, and my house and my food were pleasant to them. In some way—though we could not tell how—we knew in our hearts that we belonged to each other. And we were happy, happy." ”
