I cachen: Logbog
Publiseret før Copen Adventure.
Uddrag: https://www.andersenstories.com/da/andersen_fortaellinger/gaaseurten
Ude på landet, tæt ved vejen, lå et lyststed. Du har bestemt selv engang set det! Der er foran en lille have med blomster og et stakit, som er malet. Tæt herved på grøften, midt i det dejligste grønne græs, voksede en lille gåseurt. Solen skinnede lige så varmt og smukt på den, som på de store rige pragtblomster inde i haven, og derfor voksede den time for time.
En morgen stod den ganske udsprunget med sine små, skinnende hvide blade, der sidder som stråler rundt om den lille gule sol indeni. Den tænkte slet ikke på, at intet menneske så den der i græsset, og at den var en fattig, foragtet blomst. Nej den var så fornøjet, den vendte sig lige imod den varme sol, så op i den og hørte på lærken, som sang i luften.
English:
The daisy. From: https://www.andersenstories.com/en/andersen_fairy-tales/the_daisy
Now listen! In the country, close by the high road, stood a farmhouse; perhaps you have passed by and seen it yourself. There was a little flower garden with painted wooden palings in front of it; close by was a ditch, on its fresh green bank grew a little daisy; the sun shone as warmly and brightly upon it as on the magnificent garden flowers, and therefore it thrived well.
One morning it had quite opened, and its little snow-white petals stood round the yellow centre, like the rays of the sun. It did not mind that nobody saw it in the grass, and that it was a poor despised flower; on the contrary, it was quite happy, and turned towards the sun, looking upward and listening to the song of the lark high up in the air.