Before the soldiers knew what was happening, Kuratko pecked at them and swallowed them down, bayonets and all, one after another, like so many grains of wheat!
Then that terrible chick went on strutting down the road, crowing merrily.
Soon he met Kotsor, the cat. Kotsor, the cat, blinked his eyes and worked his whiskers in surprise.
“Good gracious, Kuratko, what a great big crop you’ve got!”
“Cockadoodledo!” Kuratko said. “I should think my crop was big, for haven’t I just eaten a company of soldiers, bayonets and all; a washerwoman, tub and all; Grandmother, spinning-wheel and all; and Grandfather, stool and all? But I’m still hungry, so now I’m going to eat you!”
Before Kotsor, the cat, knew what was happening, Kuratko made one peck at him and swallowed him down.
But Kotsor, the cat, was not a person to submit tamely to such an indignity. The moment he found himself inside Kuratko he unsheathed his claws and began to scratch and to tear. He worked until he had torn a great hole in Kuratko’s crop. At that Kuratko,
