THE DOG AND THE SPARROW
A shepherd’s dog had a
master who took no care of him, but often let him suffer the greatest hunger.
At last he could bear it no longer; so he took to his heels, and off he ran in
a very sad and sorrowful mood. On the road he met a sparrow that said to him,
‘Why are you so sad, my friend?’ ‘Because,’ said the dog, ‘I am very very
hungry, and have nothing to eat.’ ‘If that be all,’ answered the sparrow, ‘come
with me into the next town, and I will soon find you plenty of food.’ So on
they went together into the town: and as they passed by a butcher’s shop, the
sparrow said to the dog, ‘Stand there a little while till I peck you down a
piece of meat.’ So the sparrow perched upon the shelf: and having first looked
carefully about her to see if anyone was watching her, she pecked and scratched
at a steak that lay upon the edge of the shelf, till at last down it fell. Then
the dog snapped it up, and scrambled away with it into a corner, where he soon
ate it all up. ‘Well,’ said the sparrow, ‘you shall have some more if you will;
so come with me to the next shop, and I will peck you down another steak.’ When
the dog had eaten this too, the sparrow said to him, ‘Well, my good friend,
have you had enough now?’ ‘I have had plenty of meat,’ answered he, ‘but I
should like to have a piece of bread to eat after it.’ ‘Come with me then,’
said the sparrow, ‘and you shall soon have that too.’ So she took him to a
baker’s shop, and pecked at two rolls that lay in the window, till they fell
down: and as the dog still wished for more, she took him to another shop and
pecked down some more for him. When that was eaten, the sparrow asked him
whether he had had enough now. ‘Yes,’ said he; ‘and now let us take a walk a
little way out of the town.’ So they both went out upon the high road; but as
the weather was warm, they had not gone far before the dog said, ‘I am very
much tired—I should like to take a nap.’ ‘Very well,’ answered the sparrow, ‘do
so, and in the meantime I will perch upon that bush.’ So the dog stretched
himself out on the road, and fell fast asleep. Whilst he slept, there came by a
carter with a cart drawn by three horses, and loaded with two casks of wine.
The sparrow, seeing that the carter did not turn out of the way, but would go
on in the track in which the dog lay, so as to drive over him, called out,
‘Stop! stop! Mr Carter, or it shall be the worse for you.’ But the carter,
grumbling to himself, ‘You make it the worse for me, indeed! what can you do?’
cracked his whip, and drove his cart over the poor dog, so that the wheels
crushed him to death. ‘There,’ cried the sparrow, ‘you cruel villain, you
have killed my friend the dog. Now mind what I say. This deed of thine shall
cost thee all you are worth.’ ‘Do your worst, and welcome,’ said the brute,
‘what harm can you do me?’ and passed on. But the sparrow crept under the tilt
of the cart, and pecked at the bung of one of the casks till she loosened it;
and then all the wine ran out, without the carter seeing it. At last he looked
round, and saw that the cart was dripping, and the cask quite empty. ‘What an
unlucky wretch I am!’ cried he. ‘Not wretch enough yet!’ said the sparrow, as
she alighted upon the head of one of the horses, and pecked at him till he
reared up and kicked. When the carter saw this, he drew out his hatchet and
aimed a blow at the sparrow, meaning to kill her; but she flew away, and the
blow fell upon the poor horse’s head with such force, that he fell down dead.
‘Unlucky wretch that I am!’ cried he. ‘Not wretch enough yet!’ said the
sparrow. And as the carter went on with the other two horses, she again crept
under the tilt of the cart, and pecked out the bung of the second cask, so that
all the wine ran out. When the carter saw this, he again cried out, ‘Miserable
wretch that I am!’ But the sparrow answered, ‘Not wretch enough yet!’ and
perched on the head of the second horse, and pecked at him too. The carter ran
up and struck at her again with his hatchet; but away she flew, and the blow
fell upon the second horse and killed him on the spot. ‘Unlucky wretch that I
am!’ said he. ‘Not wretch enough yet!’ said the sparrow; and perching upon the
third horse, she began to peck him too. The carter was mad with fury; and
without looking about him, or caring what he was about, struck again at the
sparrow; but killed his third horse as he done the other two. ‘Alas! miserable
wretch that I am!’ cried he. ‘Not wretch enough yet!’ answered the sparrow as
she flew away; ‘now will I plague and punish thee at thy own house.’ The carter
was forced at last to leave his cart behind him, and to go home overflowing
with rage and vexation. ‘Alas!’ said he to his wife, ‘what ill luck has
befallen me!—my wine is all spilt, and my horses all three dead.’ ‘Alas!
husband,’ replied she, ‘and a wicked bird has come into the house, and has
brought with her all the birds in the world, I am sure, and they have fallen
upon our corn in the loft, and are eating it up at such a rate!’ Away ran the
husband upstairs, and saw thousands of birds sitting upon the floor eating up
his corn, with the sparrow in the midst of them. ‘Unlucky wretch that I am!’
cried the carter; for he saw that the corn was almost all gone. ‘Not wretch
enough yet!’ said the sparrow; ‘thy cruelty shall cost thee thy life yet!’ and
away she flew.
The carter seeing that he
had thus lost all that he had, went down into his kitchen; and was still not
sorry for what he had done, but sat himself angrily and sulkily in the chimney
corner. But the sparrow sat on the outside of the window, and cried ‘Carter!
thy cruelty shall cost thee thy life!’ With that he jumped up in a rage, seized
his hatchet, and threw it at the sparrow; but it missed her, and only broke the
window. The sparrow now hopped in, perched upon the window-seat, and cried,
‘Carter! it shall cost thee thy life!’ Then he became mad and blind with rage,
and struck the window-seat with such force that he cleft it in two: and as the
sparrow flew from place to place, the carter and his wife were so furious, that
they broke all their furniture, glasses, chairs, benches, the table, and at
last the walls, without touching the bird at all. In the end, however, they
caught her: and the wife said, ‘Shall I kill her at once?’ ‘No,’ cried he,
‘that is letting her off too easily: she shall die a much more cruel death; I
will eat her.’ But the sparrow began to flutter about, and stretch out her neck
and cried, ‘Carter! it shall cost thee thy life yet!’ With that he could wait
no longer: so he gave his wife the hatchet, and cried, ‘Wife, strike at the
bird and kill her in my hand.’ And the wife struck; but she missed her aim, and
hit her husband on the head so that he fell down dead, and the sparrow flew
quietly home to her nest.

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