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The Wind and The Moon

The Wind boasted that he could blow out the Moon like a candle. He blew with all his might, but the Moon only grew thinner as a thread. The Wind blew again with an even stronger gust, and the thread disappeared. However, the Moon's glow soon returned and continued to broaden until she filled the night sky once more in her full radiant light. The Wind was astonished by his failure to extinguish the Moon despite his best efforts.

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The Wind and The Moon

The Wind boasted that he could blow out the Moon like a candle. He blew with all his might, but the Moon only grew thinner as a thread. The Wind blew again with an even stronger gust, and the thread disappeared. However, the Moon's glow soon returned and continued to broaden until she filled the night sky once more in her full radiant light. The Wind was astonished by his failure to extinguish the Moon despite his best efforts.

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The Wind and the Moon

Here's a poem about the wind trying to bully the moon. It's very gusty and fun,
and we think particularly kid-friendly.
George MacDonald was a Scottish writer, whose novels included fairytales such
as The Princess and the Goblin and the Back of the North Wind. He was a
friend of Lewis Carrol - author ofAlice's Adventures in Wonderland and said to
be an influence on him.
Written by George MacDonald (1824 - 1905)
Read by Elizabeth
Produced by Jana
Said the Wind to the Moon, "I will blow you out,
You stare
In the air
Like a ghost in a chair,
Always looking what I am about—
I hate to be watched; I'll blow you out."
The Wind blew hard, and out went the Moon.
So, deep
On a heap
Of clouds to sleep,
Down lay the Wind, and slumbered soon,
Muttering low, "I've done for that Moon."
He turned in his bed; she was there again!
On high
In the sky,
With her one ghost eye,
The Moon shone white and alive and plain.
Said the Wind, "I will blow you out again."
The Wind blew hard, and the Moon grew dim.
"With my sledge,
And my wedge,
I have knocked off her edge!
If only I blow right fierce and grim,
The creature will soon be dimmer than dim."
He blew and he blew, and she thinned to a thread.
"One puff
More's enough
To blow her to snuff!
One good puff more where the last was bred,
And glimmer, glimmer, glum will go the thread."
He blew a great blast, and the thread was gone
In the air
Nowhere
Was a moonbeam bare;
Far off and harmless the shy stars shone—
Sure and certain the Moon was gone!
The Wind he took to his revels once more;
On down,
In town,
Like a merry-mad clown,
He leaped and hallooed with whistle and roar—
"What's that?" The glimmering thread once more!
He flew in a rage—he danced and blew;
But in vain
Was the pain
Of his bursting brain;
For still the broader the Moon-scrap grew,
The broader he swelled his big cheeks and blew.
Slowly she grew—till she filled the night,
And shone
On her throne
In the sky alone,
A matchless, wonderful silvery light,
Radiant and lovely, the queen of the night.
Said the Wind: "What a marvel of power am I
With my breath,
Good faith!
I blew her to death—
First blew her away right out of the sky—
Then blew her in; what strength have I!"
But the Moon she knew nothing about the affair;
For high
In the sky,
With her one white eye,
Motionless, miles above the air,
She had never heard the great Wind blare

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