"So when the mother mouse came to her home and saw what had happened she was very much annoyed, saying that the panther was too big and too clumsy and did not look where he was going." "Well, a big panther was going through the woods very quietly, and he stepped on a mouse-nest and happened to kill all the baby mice." "Well, once all humming-birds were gray." It was Paloma the dove who told me all about it yesterday, but a day and a night is a very, very long time to remember a long tale." But please tell me about your pretty dress." "Isn't that right, either? Well, it must have been all three-the mouse, the mud, and the panther. A panther, did you say? I must have heard wrong." "Dear, dear Colibri, that is worse still. Won't you stop your humming a moment and think?" You know as well as I do that mud is dull and gray. "My dear humming-bird, you must be wrong. "Then, Florecilla, if it was not a mouse, it was mud." "A mouse? How can that be, busy little Colibri? A mouse, you know, is dull and gray." I believe I have heard that it was because of a mouse, that I have it." I have often wondered as I saw you flashing past." I wish that you would tell me how you came to have so beautiful a dress. "Well, I hear so little, seeing that I do not go abroad, that I love to be told things.
Is there anything that I can do for you in return?" The term "Colibri" in the story is from the Spanish word for "hummingbird." It won a Newberry Medal and may be available at libraries. The book is a collection of folktales from South America. This hummingbird tale, submitted by Liz Guidry, comes from the following source:įinger, C.J.
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