And over went the pie.
I think I will not tell the rest,
For fear—that—I should—cry!
THE INQUISITIVE DUCKS.
Once upon a time there were some children, and once upon a time there were some ducks. It was upon the same time, too, and they all lived together in one house. That was funny, wasn’t it?
And there were two reasons for it. In the first place, it was so cold where they lived that the ducks could not stay out of doors, except in summer; and in the second place, the good man of the house, the children’s father, was so poor that he could not afford to have a separate house for the ducks.
Indeed, there were only three rooms in the house. One was the kitchen, which was parlor and dining-room and sitting-room as well, and one was the children’s room, and the third was the parents’ room. So there they all lived together, and they were very sociable. The names of the children were Greta, Minna, Lisa, Carl and Baby Fritz. The names of the ducks were Red-top, Waggle-tail, Gobbler and Spottle-toe; and the children were all good, but the ducks were all naughty, as you shall hear.
The father had made a nice wooden box for the ducks, and this was always filled with hay and kept beside the great porcelain stove in winter, so that the pets might be warm. But were they grateful for this kindness? Not a bit of it. They were always getting out of their box and poking their bills into all sorts of places where they had no business to be. You might find Waggle-tail inside the mother’s Sunday cap, and Gobbler tasting the soup on the table, and Red-top and Spottle-toe pulling the baby’s doll to pieces. These were things that happened every day. And, indeed, what else can be expected, when one keeps one’s ducks in the kitchen? But one day something very much worse than all this came.