‘Let us go to Rome, for the world has fallen.’
‘Who said that to you, little chicken?’ said the speckled hen.
‘It fell on my head, Smereree!’
Then the speckled hen and the little chicken went their ways until they met the cock.
‘Where are you going, speckled hen?’ said the cock.
‘Going to Rome, for the world has fallen,’ said the speckled hen.
‘Who said that to you, speckled hen?’
‘The little chicken said it to me.’
‘Who said that to you, little chicken?’
‘It fell on my head, Smereree!’