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110 The Hen 70. There lived this old man and old woman, and they had this Tatar hen. She laid an egg in a back corner beneath a window. It was colorful, sharp, resilient, wise! She laid it on a shelf. A little mouse was walking by and nudged it with its little tail. The shelf fell, the egg broke. The old man cries, the old woman sobs. The stove is on fire, the roof of the hut trembles, the little granddaughter choked in the grief. The baker of communion breads walked by and asked why they were crying so.“We have this Tatar hen. She laid an egg in a back corner beneath a window; it was colorful, sharp, resilient, wise! She laid it on a shelf. A little mouse was walking by and nudged it with its little tail. The shelf fell, the egg broke. I, an old man, am crying, the old woman is sobbing, the stove is on fire, and the roof of the hut trembles, and our granddaughter has choked in her grief.” The baker heard all this, broke all the communion breads, and threw them away. The deacon came and asked the baker why she had thrown away all the communion breads. She retold him all this woe. The deacon ran to the bell tower and rang all the bells. The priest came and asked the deacon why he had rung the bells. The deacon retold all this woe to the priest, and the priest ran and tore up all the books. 71. So our granny who lives out back Had a speckled hen. The hen laid a little egg, It rolled from shelf to shelf Into a little aspen keg, Into a corner beneath a bench. A little mouse was running by, Turned it with its tail— And broke the little egg! A beggar cried over the little egg, The Hen h 111 The woman started weeping, the doorposts shrieking, The hen flying, the gates creaking; The trash smoldering by the threshold, The doors became unhinged, the fence fell down; The priest’s daughters were carrying the water, They broke their pails, They said to his wife: “You know nothing, Mother! Granny who lives in the outskirts Had a speckled hen. The hen laid a little egg, It rolled from shelf to shelf Into a little aspen keg, Into a corner beneath a bench. A little mouse was running by, Turned it with its tail— And broke the little egg! A beggar cried over the little egg, The woman started weeping, the doorposts shrieking, The hen flying, the gates creaking; The trash smoldering by the threshold, The doors became unhinged, the fence fell down; We were carrying the water and broke our pails.” The priest’s wife was mixing her starter And dropped all her dough on the floor; She went to the church and told the priest: “You know nothing: Granny who lives in the outskirts Had a speckled hen. The hen laid a little egg, It rolled from shelf to shelf Into a little aspen keg, Into a corner beneath a bench. A little mouse was running by, Turned it with its tail— And broke the little egg! A beggar cried over the little egg, The woman started weeping, the doorposts shrieking, The hen flying, the gates creaking; The trash smoldering by the threshold, The doors became unhinged, the fence fell down; Our daughters were carrying the water 112 h The Hen And broke their pails, they told me; I was mixing the starter— Spread it all over the floor!” The priest tore up the book— Scattered it all over the floor! ...

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ISBN
9781626740549
Related ISBN
9781628460933
MARC Record
OCLC
878813021
Pages
560
Launched on MUSE
2015-01-01
Language
English
Open Access
No
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