This story has
been in every hard copy Songbook we have published in the last Twenty
years:
Tell me the weight of a snowflake, a coal mouse asked a wild
dove.
Nothing more than nothing, was the answer.
In that case, I must tell you a marvelous story, the coal mouse said.
I sat on the branch of a fir, close to its trunk, when it began to
snow not heavily, not in a raging blizzard no, just like in
a dream, without any wound and without any violence. Since I did
not have anything better to do, I counted the snowflakes settling on
the twigs and needles in my branch. Their number was exactly
3,714,952. When the 3,714,953rd dropped onto the branch, nothing
more than nothing as you would say the branch broke off.
Having said that, the coal-mouse flew away.
The dove, since Noah’s time an authority on the matter, thought about
the story for a while, and finally said to herself, Perhaps there is
only one person’s voice lacking for peace in the world.
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