When the sausage came home, she found the house lonely and silent. She
called again and again, "My little mouse! Mouse of my heart!" but no
one answered. Then she went to look at the lentils boiling on the
stove, and, alas! found within the pot her good little friend, who had
perished at the post of duty.
Poor mousie, with the best intentions in the world, had stayed too
long at her cookery, and when she desired to climb out of the pot, had
no longer the strength to do so.
And the poor sausage could never be consoled! That is why to-day, when
you put one in the pan or on the gridiron, you will hear her weep and
sigh, "M-my p-poor m-mouse! Ah, m-my p-poor m-mouse!"
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JOHNNY AND THE GOLDEN GOOSE
There was once a man who had three sons. Johnny, the youngest, was
always looked upon as the simpleton of the family, and had very little
consideration or kindness shown him.
It happened one day that the eldest son was going out into the wood to
cut fuel; and before he started, his mother gave him a slice of rich
plum-cake and a flask of wine, so that he might not suffer from hunger
or thirst.
Just as he reached the wood, he met a queer old man, dressed in gray,
who wished him "Good day," and begged for a piece of the young man's
cake and a drink of wine.
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