thePeaBlossombyHansChristianAndersen（1853）theREwereoncefivepeasinoneshell，theywereGREen，theshellwasgreen，andsotheybelievedthatthewholeworldmustbegreenalso，whichwasaverynaturalconclusion.Theshellgrew，andthepeasgrew，theyaccommodatedthemselvestotheirposition，andsatallinarow.Thesunshonewithoutandwarmedtheshell，andtherainmadeitclearandtransparent；itwasmildandagreeableinbroaddaylight，anddarkatnight，asitgenerallyis；andthepeasastheysattheregrewbiggerandbigger，andmorethoughtfulastheymused，fortheyfelttheremustbesomethingelseforthemtodo.“Arewetosithereforever？”askedone； “shallwenotbecomehardbysittingsolong？Itseemstometheremustbesomethingoutside，andIfeelsureofit.”Andasweekspassedby，thepeasbecameyellow，andtheshellbecameyellow.“Alltheworldisturningyellow，Isuppose，”saidthey，andperhapstheywereright.Suddenlytheyfeltapullattheshell；itwastornoff，andheldinhumanhands，thenslippedintothepocketofajacketincompanywithotherfullpods.“Nowweshallsoonbeopened，”saidone，justwhattheyallwanted.“Ishouldliketoknowwhichofuswilltravelfurthest，”saidthesmallestofthefive； “weshallsoonseenow.”“Whatistohappenwillhappen，”saidthelargestpea.“Crack”wenttheshellasitburst，andthefivepeasrolledoutintothebrightsunshine.Theretheylayinachildshand.Alittleboywasholdingthemtightly，andsaidtheywerefinepeasforhispea-shooter.Andimmediatelyheputoneinandshotitout.“NowIamflyingoutintothewideworld，”saidhe； “catchmeifyoucan；”andhewasgoneinamoment.“I，”saidthesecond， “intendtoflystraighttothesun，thatisashellthatletsitselfbeseen，anditwillsuitmeexactly；”andawayhewent.“Wewillgotosleepwhereverwefindourselves，”saidthetwonext， “weshallstillberollingonwards；”andtheydidcertainlyfallonthefloor，androllaboutbeforetheygotintothepea-shooter；buttheywereputinforallthat. “Weshallgofartherthantheothers，”saidthey.“Whatistohappenwillhappen，”exclaimedthelast，ashewasshotoutofthepea-shooter；andashespokeheflewupagainstanoldboardunderagarret-window，andfellintoalittlecrevice，whichwasalmostfilledupwithmossandsoftearth.Themosscloseditselfroundhim，andtherehelay，acaptiveindeed，butnotunnoticedbyGod.“Whatistohappenwillhappen，”saidhetohimself.Withinthelittlegarretlivedapoorwoman，whowentouttocleanstoves，chopwoodintosmallpiecesandperformsuch-likehardwork，forshewasstrongandindustrious.Yetsheremainedalwayspoor，andathomeinthegarretlayheronlydaughter，notquitegrownup，andverydelicateandweak.Forawholeyearshehadkeptherbed，anditseemedasifshecouldneitherlivenordie.“Sheisgoingtoherlittlesister，”saidthewoman； “Ihadbutthetwochildren，anditwasnotaneasythingtosupportbothofthem；butthegoodGodhelpedmeinmywork，andtookoneofthemtoHimselfandprovidedforher.NowIwouldgladlykeeptheotherthatwaslefttome，butIsupposetheyarenottobeseparated，andmysickgirlwillverysoongotohersisterabove.”Butthesickgirlstillremainedwhereshewas，quietlyandpatientlyshelayallthedaylong，whilehermotherwasawayfromhomeatherwork.Springcame，andonemorningearlythesunshonebrightlythroughthelittlewindow，andthrewitsraysovertheflooroftheroom.justasthemotherwasgoingtoherwork，thesickgirlfixedhergazeonthelowestpaneofthewindow“Mother，”sheexclaimed， “whatcanthatlittleGREenthingbethatpeepsinatthewindow？Itismovinginthewind.”themothersteppedtothewindowandhalfopenedit. “Oh！”shesaid， “thereisactuallyalittlepeawhichhastakenrootandisputtingoutitsGREenleaves.Howcouldithavegotintothiscrack？Wellnow，hereisalittlegardenforyoutoamuseyourselfwith.”Sothebedofthesickgirlwasdrawnnearertothewindow，thatshemightseethebuddingplant；andthemotherwentouttoherwork.“Mother，IbelieveIshallgetwell，”saidthesickchildintheevening， “thesunhasshoneinheresobrightlyandwarmlyto-day，andthelittlepeaisthrivingsowell：Ishallgetonbetter，too，andgooutintothewarmsunshineagain.”“Godgrantit！”saidthemother，butshedidnotbelieveitwouldbeso.ButsheproppedupwiththelittlesticktheGREenplantwhichhadgivenherchildsuchpleasanthopesoflife，sothatitmightnotbebrokenbythewinds；shetiedthepieceofstringtothewindow-sillandtotheupperpartoftheframe，sothatthepea-tendrilsmighttwinerounditwhenitshotup.Anditdidshootup，indeeditmightalmostbeseentogrowfromdaytoday.“Nowreallyhereisaflowercoming，”saidthe