and wave his head. They were as happy and loving as any people that ever lived together, and the donkey was the man of the family.
But one morning something got into the donkey. He seemed to be bewitched. You shall hear.
When he had cropped the dewy grass as usual, he poked his head in at the cottage window, as much as to say, "It's time we were off," and the little old woman said, "I'll be with you in two shakes of Tabby's tail." But the minute she came to the door with the two baskets of fresh-laid eggs from the hens, up went the little donkey's heels, and away he ran with such a kick and a run and a run and a kick that the little old woman couldn't keep up with him were she never so quick. All at once she was so surprised at him that she stood stock still. Immediately stock still stood the little donkey and laughed at her till his fat little sides shook, "Hee haw, hee haw, hee haw." This was too much for the little old woman. "Can it be that my own little donkey is laughing at his little old woman?" she said. And one basket of eggs dropped smash on the ground and she began to cry.
At this out came Tabby, and up came running all the hens and their little chicks and the lordly rooster, and they all rubbed against the little old woman's skirts, and Tabby miowed, "Our little old woman, do not cry," and the hens cackled it, and the little chicks peeped it, and the rooster crowed it. And
