The Story
The Icicle and the Robin.
In the deepest part of winter a little cottage stood in the snow, and from the edge of its roof hung one long icicle, straight as a needle, thin as a candle.
Every day a robin came to sit on the windowsill below and look up at the icicle. "How tall you are," said the robin. "How straight and how bright."
"I am," said the icicle, "but I am lonely up here. Nothing ever comes to visit me." The robin felt sorry and tried to think of a gift for the icicle.
When the first warm day of spring came, a single drop of water gathered at the very tip of the icicle and shone in the sun like a tiny round jewel. "Look!" cried the robin. "You have made yourself a little friend."
The icicle and the drop shone together all that afternoon, a straight line and a dot below. And the children inside the cottage called out, "Look, an i!" in their thin, bright voices: i, i, i.