"Do I look like a wind-bellows," answered Coquerico; "help yourself. I am off to Madrid to see the king." And on he went, hippety-hop, hippety-hop.
A little farther on he came to a newly mown field, where the farmers had piled up the weeds to burn them. As he stopped his hippety-hop to search among a smoking heap for a kernel of corn, he saw a little flame, barely flickering, it was so nearly out.
"My dear friend," cried the flame, faintly, "will you bring me a few dry straws to rekindle me that I may burn brightly?"
"Do I look like a servant?" cried Coquerico, haughtily; "I'll teach you to call out to a fowl that has business with the king." And he leaped on the heap of dried weeds and trampled it down till it smothered the flame! Then he flapped his one wing and crowed three times, "Cock-a-doodle-doo," as if he had done something to be proud of.
And so strutting and crowing, though he had to go hippety-hop, he arrived at Madrid and the king's palace. Grand and beautiful as it was, he did not stop to look at it, but made for the hen yard, stopping every second step to crow, "Cock-a-doodle," to tell the king and all the world he was coming.
In the hen yard there was of course no king, but a boy with a paper cap on his head and sleeves tucked up and a great sharp knife in his hand. "A
