My master wished to have
me killed. So I ran away. But how I am to find bread and meat, I do not
know."
"Well," said the donkey, "come with me. I am going to play in the band
at Bremen. I think you and I can easily earn a living by music. I can
play the lute, and you can play the kettledrum."
The dog was quite willing, and so they be walked on.
They had not gone far when they saw a cat sitting in a yard.
He looked as sad as three days of rainy weather.
"What's the matter with you, old Tom?" asked the donkey.
"You would be sad, too," said the cat, "if you were in my place; for now
that I am getting old and cannot catch mice, they wish to drown me. I
have run away, but how I am going to live, I do not know."
"Come with us to Bremen," said the donkey. "We are going to play in the
band.
I know you love music, as you sing so well at night. You too can join
the band."
"That is just what I should like to do," said the cat.
So the donkey, the dog, and the cat all walked on together.
[Illustration]
After a time the three came to a farmyard.
There on the gate sat a cock, crying "Cock-a-doodle-doo" with all his
might.
"Why are you making so much noise?" asked the donkey.
"Ah," said the cock, "I find I must have my head cut off so that I may
serve as a dinner for Monday.
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