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MYTYL
I feel hungry!...
TYLTYL
I, too!...
THE FAIRY (_to_ BREAD)
Open your Turkish robe and give them a slice of your good stomach....
(BREAD _opens his robe, draws his scimitar and cuts two slices out of his
stomach and hands them to the_ CHILDREN.)
SUGAR (_approaching the_ CHILDREN)
Allow me at the same time to offer you a few sugar-sticks....
(_He breaks off the five fingers of his left hand, one by one, and
presents them to the_ CHILDREN.)
MYTYL
What is he doing?... He is breaking all his fingers!...
SUGAR (_engagingly_)
Taste them, they are capital... They're made of real barley-sugar....
MYTYL (_tasting one of the fingers_)
Oh, how good they are!... Have you many of them?...
SUGAR (_modestly_)
Yes; as many as I want....
MYTYL
Does that hurt you much, when you break them off?...
SUGAR
Not at all.... On the contrary, it's a great advantage; they grow again at
once and so I always have new, clean fingers....
THE FAIRY
Come, children, don't eat too much sugar.... Don't forget that you are to
have supper presently with your grandpapa and grandmamma....
TYLTYL
Are they here?...
THE FAIRY
You shall see them at once....
TYLTYL
How can we see them, when they are dead?.
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