One morning as a shining white swan sailed about on the lake he saw a boy
on the bank, eating some bread. He swam over to the boy and thrust out
his long white neck toward the bread.
“The beautiful swan wants my bread,” cried the boy. He was delighted.
He broke it and threw it bit by bit on a lily pad. The swan ate it, to
the last crumb. Then he bent his head as if to thank the boy, and sailed
away.