r Malt
For Sow
For Bristles
For Shoemaker
For Slippers
For Dressmaker
For Kerchief
For Well
For Water
For Rooster!
Choking!
In garden!
On back!
Feet up!
Oh Dear!
He'll die!_"

The Sky pitied the dear little Hen and at once gave her some Dew.

So the Hen gave the Meadow the Dew, and the Meadow gave the Hen some
Grass.

The Hen gave the Cow the Grass, and the Cow gave the Hen some Cream.

The Hen gave the Brewer the Cream, and the Brewer gave the Hen some
Malt.

The Hen gave the Sow the Malt, and the Sow gave the Hen some Bristles.

The Hen gave the Shoemaker the Bristles, and the Shoemaker gave the Hen
a pair of Slippers.

The Hen gave the Dressmaker the Slippers, and the Dressmaker gave the
Hen a Kerchief.

The Hen gave the Well the Kerchief, and the Well gave the Hen some
Water.

The Hen gave the Rooster the Water, the Water washed down the grain of
corn, and thereupon the Rooster jumped up, flapped his wings, and
merrily crowed:

"Cockadoodledoo!"

And after that he never again tried to cheat the dear little Hen but
always whenever he scratched up a nice fat worm or a tasty seed he
divided with her.

THE DISOBEDIENT ROOSTER

THE STORY OF ANOTHER LITTLE HEN

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THE DISOBEDIENT ROOSTER

There were once a Rooster and a Hen who were very good friends. They
always went about together like brother and sister.

The Rooster was headstrong and thoughtless and often did foolish things.
The little Hen was very sensible and always looked after the Rooster as
well as she could.

Whenever he began doing something foolish, she always said:

"Oh, my dear, you mustn't do that!"

If the Rooster had always obeyed the little Hen he would be alive to
this day. But, as I have told you, he was careless and headstrong and
often he refused to take the little Hen's advice.

One day in the spring he ran into the garden and just gorged and gorged
on green gooseberries.

"Oh, my dear!" the little Hen cried. "You mustn't eat green
gooseberries! Don't you know they'll give you a pain in your stomach!"

But the Rooster wouldn't listen. He just kept on eating gooseberry after
gooseberry until at last he got a terrible pain in his stomach and then
he had to stop.

"Little Hen," he cried, "help me! Oh, my stomach! Oh! Oh!"

He was so sick that the little Hen had to give him some hot peppermint
and put a mustard plaster o