"
"Fair Katrinelje, how much dowry do hast thou?" "Fourteen farthings
in ready money, three and a half groschen owing to me, half a pound of
dried apples, a handful of fried bread, and a handful of spices.
And many other things are mine,
Have I not a dowry fine?
"Pif-paf-poltrie, what is thy trade? Art thou a tailor?" "Something
better." "A shoemaker?" "Something better." "A husbandman?" "Something
better." "A joiner?" "Something better." "A smith?" "Something better." "A
miller?" "Something better." "Perhaps a broom-maker?" "Yes, that's what
I am, is it not a fine trade?"
132 The Fox and the Horse
A peasant had a faithful horse which had grown old and could do no more
work, so his master would no longer give him anything to eat and said,
"I can certainly make no more use of thee, but still I mean well by thee;
if thou provest thyself still strong enough to bring me a lion here,
I will maintain thee, but now take thyself away out of my stable,"
and with that he chased him into the open country. The horse was sad,
and went to the forest to seek a little protection there from the
weather.
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