and the stool hops, and the broom
sweeps, the door jars, and so I creak."

"Then," said the old form, "I'll run round the house." Then the old
form ran round the house. Now there was a fine large walnut-tree
growing by the cottage, and the tree said to the form: "Form, why
do you run round the house?" "Oh!" said the form, "Titty's dead, and
Tatty weeps, and the stool hops, and the broom sweeps, the door jars,
and the window creaks, and so I run round the house."

"Then," said the walnut-tree, "I'll shed my leaves." So the
walnut-tree shed all its beautiful green leaves. Now there was a
little bird perched on one of the boughs of the tree, and when all
the leaves fell, it said: "Walnut-tree, why do you shed your leaves?"
"Oh!" said the tree, "Titty's dead, and Tatty weeps, the stool hops,
and the broom sweeps, the door jars, and the window creaks, the old
form runs round the house, and so I shed my leaves."

"Then," said the little bird, "I'll moult all my feathers." So he
moulted all his pretty feathers. Now there was a little girl walking
below, carrying a jug of milk for her brothers' and sisters' supper,
and when she saw the poor little bird moult all its feathers, she
said: "Little bird, why do you moult all your feathers?" "Oh!" said
the little bird, "Titty's dead, and Tatty weeps, the stool hops, and
the broom sweeps, the door jars, and the window creaks, the old form
runs round the house, the walnut-tree sheds its leaves, and so I
moult all my feathers."

"Then," said the little girl, "I'll spill the milk." So she dropped
the pitcher and spilt the milk. Now there was an old man just by on
the top of a ladder thatching a rick, and when he saw the little girl
spill the milk, he said: "Little girl, what do you mean by spilling
the milk? Your little brothers and sisters must go without their
supper." Then said the little girl: "Titty's dead, and Tatty weeps,
the stool hops, and the broom sweeps, the door jars, and the window
creaks, the old form runs round the house, the walnut-tree sheds all
its leaves, the little bird moults all its feathers, and so I spill
the milk."

"Oh!" said the old man, "then I'll tumble off the ladder and break my
neck." So he tumbled off the ladder and broke his neck; and when the
old man broke his neck, the great walnut-tree fell down with a crash,
and upset the old form and house, and the house falling knocked the
window out, and the window knocked the door down, and the door upset