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Andersen's Fairy Tales

The Happy Family
Really, the largest green leaf in this country is a dockleaf; if one holds it before one, it is
like a whole apron, and if one holds it over one's head in rainy weather, it is almost as good
as an umbrella, for it is so immensely large. The burdock never grows alone, but where
there grows one there always grow several: it is a great delight, and all this delightfulness is
snails' food. The great white snails which persons of quality in former times made
fricassees of, ate, and said, "Hem, hem! how delicious!" for they thought it tasted so
delicate--lived on dockleaves, and therefore burdock seeds were sown.
Now, there was an old manor-house, where they no longer ate snails, they were quite
extinct; but the burdocks were not extinct, they grew and grew all over the walks and all
the beds; they could not get the mastery over them--it was a whole forest of burdocks. Here
and there stood an apple and a plum-tree, or else one never would have thought that it was
a garden; all was burdocks, and there lived the two last venerable old snails.
They themselves knew not how old they were, but they could remember very well that
there had been many more; that they were of a family from foreign lands, and that for them
and theirs the whole forest was planted. They had never been outside it, but they knew that
there was still something more in the world, which was called the manor-house, and that
there they were boiled, and then they became black, and were then placed on a silver dish;
but what happened further they knew not; or, in fact, what it was to be boiled, and to lie on
a silver dish, they could not possibly imagine; but it was said to be delightful, and
particularly genteel. Neither the chafers, the toads, nor the earth-worms, whom they asked
about it could give them any information--none of them had been boiled or laid on a silver
The old white snails were the first persons of distinction in the world, that they knew; the
forest was planted for their sake, and the manor-house was there that they might be boiled
and laid on a silver dish.
Now they lived a very lonely and happy life; and as they had no children themselves, they
had adopted a little common snail, which they brought up as their own; but the little one
would not grow, for he was of a common family; but the old ones, especially Dame Mother
Snail, thought they could observe how he increased in size, and she begged father, if he
could not see it, that he would at least feel the little snail's shell; and then he felt it, and
found the good dame was right.
One day there was a heavy storm of rain.
"Hear how it beats like a drum on the dock-leaves!" said Father Snail.
"There are also rain-drops!" said Mother Snail. "And now the rain pours right down the
stalk! You will see that it will be wet here! I am very happy to think that we have our good
house, and the little one has his also! There is more done for us than for all other creatures,
sure enough; but can you not see that we are folks of quality in the world? We are provided