But
now good advice is dear, and I do not know what to do."
"Go with us to Bremen. You understand nocturnal music, so you can
be town musician." The cat consented, and went with them. The three
vagabonds soon came near a farmyard, where, upon the barn door, the
cock was sitting crowing with all his might. "You crow through marrow
and bone," said the ass; "what do you do that for?"
"That is the way I prophesy fine weather," said the cock; "but because
grand guests are coming for the Sunday, the housewife has no pity, and
has told the cook-maid to make me into soup for the morrow; and this
evening my head will be cut off. Now I am crowing with a full throat
as long as I can."
"Ah, but you, Red-comb," replied the ass, "rather come away with us.
We are going to Bremen, to find there something better than death;
you have a good voice, and if we make music together it will have full
play."
The cock consented to this plan, and so all four traveled on together.
They could not, however, reach Bremen in one day, and at evening they
came into a forest, where they meant to pass the night. The ass and
the dog laid themselves down under a large tree, the cat and the cock
climbed up into the branches, but the latter flew right to the top,
where he was most safe.
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