"To your honorable stomach," answered the owner of the door.
"And this?" asked the hawk, after approaching another door.
"To your long throat," answered the owner.
The hawk repeated the same question, as he went around from door to door, till he reached the last one.
"Have you anything to sell me?" asked the hawk of the door owner.
"A good fat red chicken!" answered the owner.
"Let me see its scales," remarked the hawk, as he grasped the feet of the chicken. "This is a fine quality of wild bird," he added; "will you have him crow?"
"Crow!" said the owner to the chicken.
"Tic—to—la—la—oe," cried the chicken.
"Fine!" said the hawk. "How much will you sell him for?"