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THE COCK, THE MOUSE, AND THE LITTLE RED HEN
Felicite LeFevre
Once upon a time there was a hill, and on the hill
there was a pretty little house.
It had one little green door, and four little windows
with green shutters, and in it there lived A COCK,
and A MOUSE, and A LITTLE RED HEN. On
another hill close by, there was another little house.
It was very ugly. It had a door that wouldn’t shut,
and two broken windows, and all the paint was off
the shutters. And in this house there lived A BOLD
BAD FOX and FOUR BAD LITTLE FOXES.
One morning these four bad little’ foxes came to the
big bad Fox and said:
“Oh, Father, we’re so hungry!”
‘We had nothing to eat yesterday,” said one.
“And scarcely anything the day before,” said another.
The big bad Fox shook his head, for he was thinking.
At last he said in a big gruff voice:
“On the hill over there I see a house. And in that
house there lives a Cock.”
“And a Mouse!” screamed two of the little foxes.
“And a little Red Hen” screamed the other two.
“And they are nice and fat” went on the big bad
Fox. “This very day Til take my sack, and I will go up
that hill and in at that door, and into my sack I will
put the Cock, and the Mouse, and the little Red Hen.”
So the four little foxes jumped for joy, and the
big bad Fox went to get his sack ready to start upon
his journey.
But what was happening to the Cock, and the
Mouse, and the little Red Hen, all this time?
Well, sad to say, the Cock and the Mouse had
both got out of bed on the wrong side that morning.
The Cock said the day was too hot, and the Mouse
grumbled because it was too cold.
They came grumbling down to the kitchen, where
the good little Red Hen, looking as bright as a sun-
beam, was bustling about.
“Who’ll get some sticks to light the fire with?” she
asked.
‘I shan’t,” said the Cock.
“I shan’t’ said the Mouse.
‘Then ril do it myself,” said the Httle Red Hen.
So off she ran to get the
sticks. “And now, who’ll fill
the kettle from the spring?”
she asked.
“I shan’t,” said the Cock.
“I shan’t,” said the Mouse.
“Then I’ll do it myself,” said the little Red Hen.
And off she ran to fill the kettle.
“And who’ll get the breakfast ready?” she asked,
as she put the kettle on to boil.
“I shan’t,” said the Cock.
“I shan’t,” said the Mouse.
“I’ll do it myself,” said the little Red Hen.
All breakfast time the Cock and the Mouse quar-
relled and grumbled. The Cock upset the milk jug,
and the Mouse scattered crumbs upon the floor.
“Who’ll clear away the breakfast?” asked the poor little
Red Hen, hoping they would soon leave off being cross.
“I shan’t,” said the Cock.
*1 shan’t’ said the Mouse.
“Then i’ll do it myself,”
said the little Red Hen.
So she cleared everything
away, swept up the crumbs
and brushed up the fireplace.
“And now, who’ll help me
to make the beds?”
“I shan’t,” said the Cock.
“I shan’t,” said the Mouse.
‘Then I’ll do it myself,”
said the little Red Hen.
And she tripped away upstairs.
But the lazy Cock and Mouse each sat down in a
comfortable arm-chair by the fire, and soon fell fast
asleep.
Now the bad Fox had crept up the hill, and into
the garden, and if the Cock and Mouse hadn’t been
asleep, they would have seen his sharp eyes peeping
in at the window.
“Rat tat tat! Rat tat tat!” the Fox knocked at
the door.
“Who can that be?” said the Mouse, half opening
his eyes.
“Go and look for yourself, if you want to know,”
said the rude Cock.
“It*s the postman perhaps,” thought the Mouse
to himself, “and he may have a letter for me.” So
without waiting to see who it was, he lifted the latch
and opened the door.
As soon as he opened it, in jumped the big Fox.
“0h! oh! oh!” squeaked the Mouse, as he tried
to run up the chimney.
“Doodle doodle do!” screamed the Cock, as he
jumped on the back of the biggest arm-chair.
But the Fox only laughed, and without more ado
he took the little mouse by the tail, and popped him
into the sack, and seized the Cock by the neck and
popped him in too.
Then the poor little Red Hen came running down-
stairs to see what all the noise was about, and the
Fox caught her and put her into the sack with the
others. Then he took a long piece of string out of
his pocket, wound it round, and round, and round the
mouth of the sack, and tied it very tight indeed.
After that he threw the sack over his back, and off he
set down the hill, chuckling to himself.
“Oh, I wish I hadn*t been so cross,” said the Cock,
as they went bumping about.
“Oh! I wish I hadn’t been so lazy,” said the Mouse,
wiping his eyes with the tip of his tail.
“It’s never too late to mend,” said the little Red
Hen. “And don’t be too sad. See, here I have my
little work-bag, and in it there is a pair of scissors,
and a little thimble, and a needle and thread. Very
soon you will see what I am going to do.”
Now the sun was very hot, and soon Mr. Fox began
to feel his sack was heavy, and at last he thought he
would lie down under a tree and go to sleep for a
little while. So he threw the sack down with a big
bump, and very soon fell fast asleep.
Snore, snore, snore, went the Fox.
As soon as the little Red Hen heard this, she took
out her scissors, and began to
snip a hole in the sack just large
enough for the Mouse to creep through.
“Quick,” she whispered to the Mouse, “run as fast
as you can and bring back a stone just as large as
yourself.”
Out scampered the Mouse, and soon came back,
dragging the stone after him.
“Tush it in here,” said the little Red Hen, and he
pushed it in, in a twinkling.
Then the little Red Hen snipped away at the hole,
till it was large enough for the Cock to get through.
“Quick,” she said, “run and get a stone as big as
yourself.”
Out flew the Cock, and soon came back quite out
of breath, with a big stone, which he pushed into the
sack too.
Then the little Red Hen popped out, got a stone as
big as herself, and pushed it in. Next she put on
her thimble, took out her needle and thread, and
sewed up the hole as quickly as ever she could.
When it was done, the Cock, and the Mouse and
the little Red Hen ran home very fast, shut the door
after them, drew the bolts, shut the shutters, and drew
down the blinds and felt quite safe.
The bad Fox lay fast asleep under the tree for some
time, but at last he awoke.
“Dear, dear,” he said, rubbing his eyes and then
looking at the long shadows on the grass, “how late
it is getting. I must hurry home.”
So the bad Fox went
grumbling and groaning
down the hill, till he
came to the stream.
Splash ! In went one foot.
Splash! In went the
other, but the stones in
the sack were so heavy
that at the very next
step, down tumbled Mr.
Fox into a deep pool.
And then the fishes carried
him off to their fairy caves
and kept him a prisoner there, so he was never seen
again. And the four greedy little foxes had to go to
bed without any supper.
But the Cock and the Mouse never grumbled again.
They lit the fire, filled the kettle, laid the breakfast,
and did all the work, while the good little Red Hen
had a holiday, and sat resting in the big arm-chair.
No foxes ever troubled them again, and for all I
know they are still living happily in the little house
with the green door and green shutters, which stands
on the hill.
— Abridged
