The fairy tales of the Brothers Grimm . ock crowed. THE BREMEN TOWN MUSICIANS He tried to get out by the back door, but the Hound, whowas lying there, jumped up and bit his leg. As he ran acrossthe manure heap in front of the house, the Ass gave him agood sound kick with his hind legs, while the Cock, whohad awoken at the uproar quite fresh and gay, cried out fromhis perch : Cock-a-doodle-doo. Thereupon the robber ranback as fast as he could to his chief, and said : There is agruesome witch in the house, who breathed on me andscratched me with her long fingers. Behind the door therestands a ma
The fairy tales of the Brothers Grimm . ock crowed. THE BREMEN TOWN MUSICIANS He tried to get out by the back door, but the Hound, whowas lying there, jumped up and bit his leg. As he ran acrossthe manure heap in front of the house, the Ass gave him agood sound kick with his hind legs, while the Cock, whohad awoken at the uproar quite fresh and gay, cried out fromhis perch : Cock-a-doodle-doo. Thereupon the robber ranback as fast as he could to his chief, and said : There is agruesome witch in the house, who breathed on me andscratched me with her long fingers. Behind the door therestands a man with a knife, who stabbed me ; while in theyard lies a black monster, who hit me with a club ; and uponthe roof the judge is seated, and he called out, Bring therogue here, so I hurried away as fast as I could, Thenceforward the robbers did not venture again to thehouse, which, however, pleased the four Bremen musiciansso much that they never wished to leave it again. And he who last told the story has hardly finished speakingyet. 25. Old Sultan A PEASANT once had a faithful dog called Sultan,who had grown old and lost all his teeth, andcould no longer keep fast hold of his quarry. Oneday when the peasant was standing in front of his house withhis wife, he said : To-morrow I intend to shoot old Sultan ;he is no longer any use. His wife, who pitied the faithful animal, answered : Sincehe has served us so long and honestly, we might at least keephim and feed him to the end of his days. What nonsense, said her husband ; you are a fool. Hehas not a tooth left in his head ; thieves are not a bit afraidof him now that they can get away from him. Even if he hasserved us well, he has been well fed in return. The poor dog, who lay near, stretched out in the sun, heardall they said, and was sad at the thought that the next day wasto be his last. Now, he had a good friend who was a wolf,and in the evening he slunk off into the wood, and complainedto him of the fate which awaited him. Li
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