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I believe you’ve heard of the clay spindle-wheel that hung, so many years ago, from the spindle of a distaff. One day, it decided it couldn’t bear it anymore, and escaped through an open window… Well, that was the same night that it came to my bedroom.
I know eight beautiful stories, it sang, and then spun around in front of me, perfectly round and shining bright.
I blew it a kiss and the spindle-wheel sparkled and flew up high above the clouds. But I saw it again.
I came to my bedroom, eight evenings in a row.
Every night, twirling round happily, it would tell me a story, and here they all are:
Sixth night The harvest festival and the other stories:
– First night: The story of the dagger
– Second night: The two gold beads
– Third night: The secret of the vase
– Fourth night: The blue bird and the prince’s crown
– Fifth night: The two gold shakes
– Seventh night: The pipe song
– Eighth night: The seven Cycladic ships
