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"There was once a cook named Gretel, who wore shoes with red heels, and when she walked out with them on, she turned herself this way and that, was quite happy and thought, you certainly are a pretty girl. And when she came home she drank, in her gladness of heart, a draught of wine, and as wine excites a desire to eat, she tasted the best of whatever she was cooking until she was satisfied, and said, the cook must know what the food is like. It came to pass that the master one day said to her, Gretel, there is a guest coming this evening. Prepare me two fowls very daintily. I will see to it, master, answered Gretel. She killed two fowls, scalded them, plucked them, put them on the spit, and towards evening set them before the fire, that they might roast. The fowls began to turn brown, and were nearly ready, but the guest had not yet arrived. Then Gretel called out to her master, if the guest does not come, I must take the fowls away from the fire, but it will be a sin and a shame if they are not eaten the moment they are at their juiciest. The master said, I will run myself, and fetch the guest. When the master had turned his back, Gretel laid the spit with the fowls on one side, and thought, standing so long by the fire there, makes one sweat and thirsty. Who knows when they will come. Meanwhile, I will run into the cellar, and take a drink. She ran down, set a jug, said, God bless it for you, Gretel, and took a good drink, and thought that wine should flow on, and should not be interrupted, and took yet another hearty draught. Then she went and put the fowls down again to the fire, basted them, and drove the spit merrily round. But as the roast meat smelt so good, Gretel thought, something must be wrong, it ought to be tasted. She touched it with her finger, and said, ah, how good fowls are. It certainly is a sin and a shame that they are not eaten at the right time. She ran to the window, to see if the master was not coming with his guest, but she saw no one, and went back to the fowls and thought, one of the wings is burning. I had better take it off and eat it. So she cut it off, ate it, and enjoyed it, and when she had done, she thought, the other must go down too, or else master will observe that something is missing. When the two wings were eaten, she went and looked for her master, and did not see him. It suddenly occurred to her, who knows. They are perhaps not coming at all, and have turned in somewhere. Then she said, well, Gretel, enjoy yourself, one fowl has been cut into, take another drink, and eat it up entirely. When it is eaten you will have some peace, why should God's good gifts be spoilt. So she ran into the cellar again, took an enormous drink and ate up the one chicken in great glee. When one of the chickens was swallowed down, and still her master did not come, Gretel looked at the other and said, where one is, the other should be likewise, the two go together. What's right for the one is right for the other. I think if I were to take another draught it would do me no harm. So she took another hearty drink, and let the second chicken follow the first. While she was making the most of it, her master came and cried, hurry up, Gretel, the guest is coming directly after me. Yes, sir, I will soon serve up, answered Gretel. Meantime the master looked to see that the table was properly laid, and took the great knife, wherewith he was going to carve the chickens, and sharpened it on the steps. Presently the guest came, and knocked politely and courteously at the house-door. Gretel ran, and looked to see who was there, and when she saw the guest, she put her finger to her lips and said, hush. Hush. Go away as quickly as you can, if my master catches you it will be the worse for you. He certainly did ask you to supper, but his intention is to cut off your two ears. Just listen how he is sharpening the knife for it. The guest heard the sharpening, and hurried down the steps again as fast as he could. Gretel was not idle. She ran screaming to her master, and cried, you have invited a fine guest. Why, Gretel, what do you mean by that. Yes, said she, he has taken the chickens which I was just going to serve up, off the dish, and has run away with them. That's a nice trick, said her master, and lamented the fine chickens. If he had but left me one, so that something remained for me to eat. He called to him to stop, but the guest pretended not to hear. Then he ran after him with the knife still in his hand, crying, just one, just one, meaning that the guest should leave him just one chicken, and not take both. The guest, however, thought no otherwise than that he was to give up one of his ears, and ran as if fire were burning under him, in order to take them both home with him."
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"There was once a cook named Gretel, who wore shoes with red heels, and when she walked out with them on, she turned herself this way and that, was quite happy and thought, you certainly are a pretty girl. And when she came home she drank, in her gladness of heart, a draught of wine, and as wine excites a desire to eat, she tasted the best of whatever she was cooking until she was satisfied, and said, the cook must know what the food is like. It came to pass that the master one day said to her, Gretel, there is a guest coming this evening. Prepare me two fowls very daintily. I will see to it, master, answered Gretel. She killed two fowls, scalded them, plucked them, put them on the spit, and towards evening set them before the fire, that they might roast. The fowls began to turn brown, and were nearly ready, but the guest had not yet arrived. Then Gretel called out to her master, if the guest does not come, I must take the fowls away from the fire, but it will be a sin and a shame if they are not eaten the moment they are at their juiciest. The master said, I will run myself, and fetch the guest. When the master had turned his back, Gretel laid the spit with the fowls on one side, and thought, standing so long by the fire there, makes one sweat and thirsty. Who knows when they will come. Meanwhile, I will run into the cellar, and take a drink. She ran down, set a jug, said, God bless it for you, Gretel, and took a good drink, and thought that wine should flow on, and should not be interrupted, and took yet another hearty draught. Then she went and put the fowls down again to the fire, basted them, and drove the spit merrily round. But as the roast meat smelt so good, Gretel thought, something must be wrong, it ought to be tasted. She touched it with her finger, and said, ah, how good fowls are. It certainly is a sin and a shame that they are not eaten at the right time. She ran to the window, to see if the master was not coming with his guest, but she saw no one, and went back to the fowls and thought, one of the wings is burning. I had better take it off and eat it. So she cut it off, ate it, and enjoyed it, and when she had done, she thought, the other must go down too, or else master will observe that something is missing. When the two wings were eaten, she went and looked for her master, and did not see him. It suddenly occurred to her, who knows. They are perhaps not coming at all, and have turned in somewhere. Then she said, well, Gretel, enjoy yourself, one fowl has been cut into, take another drink, and eat it up entirely. When it is eaten you will have some peace, why should God's good gifts be spoilt. So she ran into the cellar again, took an enormous drink and ate up the one chicken in great glee. When one of the chickens was swallowed down, and still her master did not come, Gretel looked at the other and said, where one is, the other should be likewise, the two go together. What's right for the one is right for the other. I think if I were to take another draught it would do me no harm. So she took another hearty drink, and let the second chicken follow the first. While she was making the most of it, her master came and cried, hurry up, Gretel, the guest is coming directly after me. Yes, sir, I will soon serve up, answered Gretel. Meantime the master looked to see that the table was properly laid, and took the great knife, wherewith he was going to carve the chickens, and sharpened it on the steps. Presently the guest came, and knocked politely and courteously at the house-door. Gretel ran, and looked to see who was there, and when she saw the guest, she put her finger to her lips and said, hush. Hush. Go away as quickly as you can, if my master catches you it will be the worse for you. He certainly did ask you to supper, but his intention is to cut off your two ears. Just listen how he is sharpening the knife for it. The guest heard the sharpening, and hurried down the steps again as fast as he could. Gretel was not idle. She ran screaming to her master, and cried, you have invited a fine guest. Why, Gretel, what do you mean by that. Yes, said she, he has taken the chickens which I was just going to serve up, off the dish, and has run away with them. That's a nice trick, said her master, and lamented the fine chickens. If he had but left me one, so that something remained for me to eat. He called to him to stop, but the guest pretended not to hear. Then he ran after him with the knife still in his hand, crying, just one, just one, meaning that the guest should leave him just one chicken, and not take both. The guest, however, thought no otherwise than that he was to give up one of his ears, and ran as if fire were burning under him, in order to take them both home with him."
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"The fowls began to turn brown, and were nearly ready, but the guest had not yet arrived. Then Gretel called out to her master, if the guest does not come, I must take the fowls away from the fire, but it will be a sin and a shame if they are not eaten the moment they are at their juiciest. The master said, I will run myself, and fetch the guest. When the master had turned his back, Gretel laid the spit with the fowls on one side, and thought, standing so long by the fire there, makes one sweat and thirsty. Who knows when they will come. Meanwhile, I will run into the cellar, and take a drink. She ran down, set a jug, said, God bless it for you, Gretel, and took a good drink, and thought that wine should flow on, and should not be interrupted, and took yet another hearty draught.",
"Then she went and put the fowls down again to the fire, basted them, and drove the spit merrily round. But as the roast meat smelt so good, Gretel thought, something must be wrong, it ought to be tasted. She touched it with her finger, and said, ah, how good fowls are. It certainly is a sin and a shame that they are not eaten at the right time. She ran to the window, to see if the master was not coming with his guest, but she saw no one, and went back to the fowls and thought, one of the wings is burning. I had better take it off and eat it. So she cut it off, ate it, and enjoyed it, and when she had done, she thought, the other must go down too, or else master will observe that something is missing. When the two wings were eaten, she went and looked for her master, and did not see him.",
"It suddenly occurred to her, who knows. They are perhaps not coming at all, and have turned in somewhere. Then she said, well, Gretel, enjoy yourself, one fowl has been cut into, take another drink, and eat it up entirely. When it is eaten you will have some peace, why should God's good gifts be spoilt. So she ran into the cellar again, took an enormous drink and ate up the one chicken in great glee. When one of the chickens was swallowed down, and still her master did not come, Gretel looked at the other and said, where one is, the other should be likewise, the two go together. What's right for the one is right for the other. I think if I were to take another draught it would do me no harm. So she took another hearty drink, and let the second chicken follow the first.",
"While she was making the most of it, her master came and cried, hurry up, Gretel, the guest is coming directly after me. Yes, sir, I will soon serve up, answered Gretel. Meantime the master looked to see that the table was properly laid, and took the great knife, wherewith he was going to carve the chickens, and sharpened it on the steps. Presently the guest came, and knocked politely and courteously at the house-door. Gretel ran, and looked to see who was there, and when she saw the guest, she put her finger to her lips and said, hush. Hush. Go away as quickly as you can, if my master catches you it will be the worse for you. He certainly did ask you to supper, but his intention is to cut off your two ears. Just listen how he is sharpening the knife for it.",
"The guest heard the sharpening, and hurried down the steps again as fast as he could. Gretel was not idle. She ran screaming to her master, and cried, you have invited a fine guest. Why, Gretel, what do you mean by that. Yes, said she, he has taken the chickens which I was just going to serve up, off the dish, and has run away with them. That's a nice trick, said her master, and lamented the fine chickens. If he had but left me one, so that something remained for me to eat. He called to him to stop, but the guest pretended not to hear. Then he ran after him with the knife still in his hand, crying, just one, just one, meaning that the guest should leave him just one chicken, and not take both.",
"The guest, however, thought no otherwise than that he was to give up one of his ears, and ran as if fire were burning under him, in order to take them both home with him."
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"The fowls began to turn brown, and were nearly ready, but the guest had not yet arrived. Then Gretel called out to her master, if the guest does not come, I must take the fowls away from the fire, but it will be a sin and a shame if they are not eaten the moment they are at their juiciest. The master said, I will run myself, and fetch the guest. When the master had turned his back, Gretel laid the spit with the fowls on one side, and thought, standing so long by the fire there, makes one sweat and thirsty. Who knows when they will come. Meanwhile, I will run into the cellar, and take a drink. She ran down, set a jug, said, God bless it for you, Gretel, and took a good drink, and thought that wine should flow on, and should not be interrupted, and took yet another hearty draught.",
"Then she went and put the fowls down again to the fire, basted them, and drove the spit merrily round. But as the roast meat smelt so good, Gretel thought, something must be wrong, it ought to be tasted. She touched it with her finger, and said, ah, how good fowls are. It certainly is a sin and a shame that they are not eaten at the right time. She ran to the window, to see if the master was not coming with his guest, but she saw no one, and went back to the fowls and thought, one of the wings is burning. I had better take it off and eat it. So she cut it off, ate it, and enjoyed it, and when she had done, she thought, the other must go down too, or else master will observe that something is missing. When the two wings were eaten, she went and looked for her master, and did not see him.",
"It suddenly occurred to her, who knows. They are perhaps not coming at all, and have turned in somewhere. Then she said, well, Gretel, enjoy yourself, one fowl has been cut into, take another drink, and eat it up entirely. When it is eaten you will have some peace, why should God's good gifts be spoilt. So she ran into the cellar again, took an enormous drink and ate up the one chicken in great glee. When one of the chickens was swallowed down, and still her master did not come, Gretel looked at the other and said, where one is, the other should be likewise, the two go together. what is right for the one is right for the other. I think if I were to take another draught it would do me no harm. So she took another hearty drink, and let the second chicken follow the first.",
"While she was making the most of it, her master came and cried, hurry up, Gretel, the guest is coming directly after me. Yes, sir, I will soon serve up, answered Gretel. Meantime the master looked to see that the table was properly laid, and took the great knife, wherewith he was going to carve the chickens, and sharpened it on the steps. Presently the guest came, and knocked politely and courteously at the house-door. Gretel ran, and looked to see who was there, and when she saw the guest, she put her finger to her lips and said, hush. Hush. Go away as quickly as you can, if my master catches you it will be the worse for you. He certainly did ask you to supper, but his intention is to cut off your two ears. Just listen how he is sharpening the knife for it.",
"The guest heard the sharpening, and hurried down the steps again as fast as he could. Gretel was not idle. She ran screaming to her master, and cried, you have invited a fine guest. Why, Gretel, what do you mean by that. Yes, said she, he has taken the chickens which I was just going to serve up, off the dish, and has run away with them. That's a nice trick, said her master, and lamented the fine chickens. If he had but left me one, so that something remained for me to eat. He called to him to stop, but the guest pretended not to hear. Then he ran after him with the knife still in his hand, crying, just one, just one, meaning that the guest should leave him just one chicken, and not take both.",
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"Then she went and put the chickens back by the fire. She brushed them with butter and turned the spit. The meat smelled so yummy. Gretel thought, \"Something is wrong. It should be tasted.\" She touched it with her finger. \"Oh, how good the chickens are,\" she said. \"It is a shame they are not eaten at the right time.\" She looked out the window to see if the master was coming. She saw no one. She went back to the chickens. \"One wing is burning,\" she thought. \"I will take it off and eat it.\" She cut it off and ate it. It was delicious. When she was done, she thought, \"The other wing must go too, or the master will notice.\" After she ate both wings, she went to look for her master, but she could not see him.",
"Then she thought, \"Who knows? Maybe they aren't coming at all. Maybe they went home.\" So she said, \"Well, Gretel, have fun! We cut up one chicken, so take another drink and eat it all up. When you are done, you can rest. Why should we let God's good food go to waste?\" She ran back to the cellar, took a big drink, and happily ate the first chicken. But when she swallowed it and her master still didn't come, Gretel looked at the second one and said, \"If there is one, there should be another. The two go together. I think another drink won't hurt me.\" So she took another big drink and let the second chicken follow the first.",
"While she was working hard, her master came and said, \"Hurry up, Gretel! The guest is coming right after me.\"\n\n\"Yes, sir, I will finish soon,\" answered Gretel.\n\nThe master checked the table and took his big knife. He wanted to carve the chickens, so he sharpened it on the steps.\n\nSoon, the guest arrived and knocked politely at the door. Gretel ran to look. When she saw the guest, she put her finger to her lips.\n\n\"Hush! Go away as fast as you can,\" she whispered. \"If my master catches you, it will be bad for you. He did ask you to supper, but he plans to cut off your ears. Listen, he is sharpening the knife right now.",
"The guest heard the sharp sound of the knife. He hurried down the steps as fast as he could. Gretel did not wait. She ran to her master and cried, \"You invited a fine guest! Look what he did!\" \"What do you mean?\" asked her master. \"Yes,\" said Gretel. \"He took the chickens right off the plate and ran away with them!\" \"That is not nice,\" said her master sadly. \"I wanted to eat one myself.\" He called out for the guest to stop, but the man pretended not to hear. Then, he ran after him with the knife in his hand. He cried, \"Just one! Just one! Please leave me just one chicken!",
"The guest thought he had to give up one of his ears. He ran away fast, like his feet were on fire. He wanted to take both ears home with him."
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