‘Good evening, Mother.’
‘Good evening, Hans. Where have you been?’
‘Been to see Grettel, Mother.’
‘What did you give her?’
‘I gave her nothing. But I brought away something.’
‘What did Grettel give you?’
‘She gave me a young kid.’
‘What did you do with the kid?’
‘Put it in my pocket, Mother.’
‘That was very stupid. You should have led it by a rope.’
‘Never mind, Mother; I ’ll manage better next time.’
‘Where are you going, Hans?’
‘To see Grettel, Mother.’
‘Manage well, then.’
‘All right, Mother. Good-bye.’
‘Good-bye, Hans.’
Hans comes to Grettel.
‘Good morning, Grettel.’
‘Good morning, Hans. What have you brought me?’
‘I’ve brought you nothing. What have you got for me?’
Grettel gives him a piece of bacon.
‘Good-bye, Grettel.’
‘Good-bye, Hans.’
Hans takes the bacon, ties a rope round it, and drags it along behind him. The dogs come after him, and eat it up. When he got home he had the rope in his hand, but there was nothing at the end of it.
‘Good evening, Mother.’
‘Good evening, Hans. Where have you been?’
‘To see Grettel, Mother.’
‘What did you take her?’
‘I took nothing. But I brought something away.’
‘What did she give you?’
‘She gave me a piece of bacon.’
‘What did you do with the bacon, Hans?’
