the Terrible Chick, when he tried again to crow, toppled over dead!
Then Kotsor, the cat, jumped out of Kuratko’s crop; after him the company of soldiers marched out; and after them the washerwoman with her tub, Grandmother with her spinning-wheel, and Grandfather with his stool. And they all went about their business.
Kotsor, the cat, followed Grandmother and Grandfather home and begged them to give him Kuratko for his dinner.
“You may have him for all of me,” Grandfather said. “But ask Grandmother. He was her little pet, not mine.”
“Indeed you may have him,” Grandmother said. “I see now Grandfather was right. Kuratko was certainly an ungrateful chick and I never want to hear his name again.”
So Kotsor, the cat, had a wonderful dinner and to this day when he remembers it he licks his chops and combs his whiskers.
