The Nightingale

“You didn’t roll your own cigarettes before. Why do you do so now?”

“Because the doctor told me I needed a little exercise.”


When Death as gone, the Emperor said to the little Nightingale, “Oh, dear little Nightingale, you have saved me from Death! Do not leave me again. Stay with me on this little gold perch, and sing to me always!”

“No, dear Emperor,” said the Nightingale, “I sing best when I am free; I cannot live in a palace. But every night when you are quite alone, I will come and sit in the window and sing to you, and tell you everything that goes on in your kingdom: I will tell you where the poor people are who ought to be helped, and where the wicked people are who ought to be punished. Only, dear Emperor, be sure that you never let anybody know that you have a little bird who tells you everything.”

After the Nightingale had flown away, the Emperor felt so well and strong that he dressed himself in his royal robes and took his gold scepter in his hand. And when the courtiers came in to see if he were dead, there stood the Emperor with his sword in one hand and his scepter in the other, and said, “Good morning!”