and pecked so long at two
rolls on a shelf that at last they fell down, and the dog ate them up.

But still his hunger was not appeased; so the sparrow took him to
another baker's shop, and got some more rolls for him. Then she asked
him: 'Well, brother, are you satisfied?'

'Yes,' he replied; 'and now let us go for a little walk outside the
town.'

So the two went for a stroll into the country; but the day was very hot,
and after they had gone a short distance the dog said: 'I am very tired,
and would like to go to sleep.'

'Sleep, then,' said the sparrow, 'and I will keep watch meantime on the
branch of a tree.'

So the dog lay down in the middle of the road, and was soon fast asleep.
While he was sleeping a carter passed by, driving a waggon drawn by
three horses, and laden with two barrels of wine. The sparrow noticed
that the man was not going out of his way to avoid the dog, but was
driving right in the middle of the road where the poor animal lay; so
she called out: 'Carter, take care what you are about, or I shall make
you suffer for it.'

But the carter merely laughed at her words, and, cracking his whip, he
drove his waggon right over the dog, so that the heavy wheels killed
him.

Then the sparrow called out: 'You have caused my brother's death, and
your cruelty will cost you your waggon and horses.'

'Waggon and horses, indeed,' said the carter; 'I'd like to know how you
could rob me of them!'

The sparrow said nothing, but crept under the cover of the waggon and
pecked so long at the bunghole of one of the barrels that at last
she got the cork away, and all the wine ran out without the carter's
noticing it.

But at last he turned round and saw that the bottom of the cart was
wet, and when he examined it, he found that one of the barrels was quite
empty. 'Oh! what an unlucky fellow I am!' he exclaimed.

'You'll have worse luck still,' said the sparrow, as she perched on the
head of one of the horses and pecked out its eyes.

When the carter saw what had happened, he seized an axe and tried to hit
the sparrow with it, but the little bird flew up into the air, and the
carter only hit the blind horse on the head, so that it fell down dead.
'Oh! what an unlucky fellow I am!' he exclaimed again.

'You'll have worse luck yet,' said the sparrow; and when the carter
drove on with his two horses she crept under the covering again, and
pecked away at the cork of the second barrel till she got it away,