“And the king’s daughter was cured,” added the jackal.
“Then perhaps someone was listening when we talked here,” growled the bear.
“Perhaps someone is here now,” howled the wolf and the jackal.
“Let us go and look,” shrieked the three.
They looked up and down and round about and in all the corners. At last they poked their noses into the hopper. And that was the end of the greedy brother.
But he who had married the king’s daughter lived happy ever after and when the king died ruled well and wisely.
—Folk tale.
THE WOOING
One morning bright and early a young cock from the next farm stepped into the barnyard where lived a certain young chick.