ain do anything to Budulinek.

Then the organ-grinder let them go and he took Budulinek home to Granny.

Granny was delighted to see her little Budulinek and she gave the
organ-grinder a measure of rye and a measure of millet and a measure of
poppy seed and a measure of everything else in the house.

And Budulinek never again opened the door!

THE DEAR LITTLE HEN

THE STORY OF A ROOSTER THAT CHEATED

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THE DEAR LITTLE HEN

Once upon a time a big Rooster and a dear little Hen became close
friends.

"Let us go to the garden," the Rooster said, "and scratch up some seeds
and worms. I tell you what we'll do: everything you scratch up you
divide with me, and everything I scratch up I'll divide with you."

The dear little Hen agreed to this and off they went together to the
garden.

The dear little Hen scratched and scratched and scratched and every time
she scratched up a nice fat worm or a tasty seed she divided with the
Rooster.

And the Rooster scratched and scratched and scratched and whenever the
Hen saw him scratch up something good he divided with her. But once,
when she wasn't looking, he scratched up a big grain of corn and without
dividing it he tried to gobble it all himself. He gobbled it so fast
that it stuck in his throat and choked him.

"Oh, dear little Hen!" he gasped. "I'm choking! Run quick and get me
some water or I'll die!"

And with that he fell over on his back and his feet stuck straight up in
the air.

The dear little Hen ran to the Well as fast as she could and all out of
breath she gasped:

_"Oh Well!
Give me
Some Water
For Rooster!
Choking!
In garden!
On back!
Feet up!
Oh dear!
He'll die!"_

The Well said:

"If you want me to give you some Water, you must go to the Dressmaker
and get me a Kerchief."

So the dear little Hen ran to the Dressmaker as fast as she could and
all out of breath she gasped:

_"Dressmaker!
Give me
Kerchief
For Well
For Water
For Rooster!
Choking!
In garden!
On back!
Feet up!
Oh dear!
He'll die!"_

The Dressmaker said:

"If you want me to give you a Kerchief, you must go to the Shoemaker and
get me a pair of Slippers."

So the dear little Hen ran to the Shoemaker as fast as she could and all
out of breath she gasped:

_"Shoemaker!
Give me
Slippers
For Dressmaker
For Kerchief
For Well