And the gentleman went on his way, but he hadn't
gone far when the cow tumbled off the roof, and hung by the string
tied round her neck, and it strangled her. And the weight of the cow
tied to her wrist pulled the woman up the chimney, and she stuck fast
halfway and was smothered in the soot.
Well, that was one big silly.
And the gentleman went on and on, and he went to an inn to stop the
night, and they were so full at the inn that they had to put him in
a double-bedded room, and another traveler was to sleep in the other
bed. The other man was a very pleasant fellow, and they got very
friendly together; but in the morning, when they were both getting up,
the gentleman was surprised to see the other hang his trousers on the
knobs of the chest of drawers and run across the room and try to jump
into them, and he tried over and over again, and couldn't manage it;
and the gentleman wondered whatever he was doing it for. At last he
stopped and wiped his face with his handkerchief. "Oh dear," he says,
"I do think trousers are the most awkwardest kind of clothes that ever
were. I can't think who could have invented such things. It takes me
the best part of an hour to get into mine every morning, and I get so
hot! How do you manage yours?" So the gentleman burst out laughing,
and showed him how to put them on; and he was very much obliged to
him, and said he never should have thought of doing it that way.
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