laughed at her till his fat little sides shook, "Hee haw, hee haw, hee haw." And, as before, 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 then they all said it together, each in his own way.
So it was of no use.
But at last the little old woman thought of a plan, such an easy thing, too, and sure to be what a little old woman would think of sooner or later to keep the man of the family. Instead of staying in the cottage, when they went back to try it over a third time, she went out by a back door and crept around the side of the house. When the donkey poked his head in at the window she ran out, caught him by the heels, shoved him in, jumped in after him, and held him. The lordly rooster and the hen and the little chicks were watching, and they ran in and shut both doors fast. And then they all waited and listened, and presently the donkey began to explain himself.
The moonlight the night before was so strong,
