The Crumbs on the Table
George one day said to his little chickens,
come into the parlor and enjoy yourselves, and pick up the bread-crumbs on the table. Your
mistress has gone out to pay some visits. Then the chickens said, no, no, we will not go.
If the mistress gets to know it, she will beat us. George said, she will know nothing
about it. So come. After all, she never gives you anything good. Then the chickens again
said, nay, nay, we must let it alone. We must not go. But George let them have no peace
until at last they went, and got on the table, and ate up the bread-crumbs with all their
might. But at that very moment the mistress came, and seized the stick in great haste, and
beat them and treated them very harshly. And when they were outside the house, the
chickens said to George, do, do, do, do, do, you see. Then george laughed and said,
didn't, didn't, didn't, I expect it. So they just had to run away.
--The End-- |
