to drown me. I made myself scarce, but now I don’t know where to turn.’
‘Come with us to Bremen,’ said the Ass. ‘You are a great hand at serenading, so you can become a town-musician.’
The Cat consented, 
A short time after they came upon a Cat, sitting in the road, with a face as long as a wet week. and joined them.
Next the fugitives passed by a yard where a barn-door fowl was sitting on the door, crowing with all its might.
‘You crow so loud uou pierce one through and through,’ said the Ass. ‘What is the matter?’
Why! didn’t I prophesy fine weather for Lady Day, when Our Lady washes the Christ Child’s little garment and wants to dry it? But, notwithstanding this, because Sunday visitors are coming to-morrow, the mistress has no pity, and she has ordered the cook to make me into soup, so I shall have my neck wrung to-night. Now I am crowing with all my might while I have the chance.’
‘Come along, Red-comb,’ said the Ass; ‘you had much better come with us. We are going to Bremen, and you will find a much better fate there. You have a good voice,