Authors: John McCann,Monica Sweeney,Becky Thomas
Death pointed to a little end which was just threatening to go out, and said, “Behold, it is there.”
“Ah, dear godfather,” said the horrified physician, “light a new one for me, do it for love of me, that I may enjoy my life, be King, and the husband of the King’s beautiful daughter.”
“I cannot,” answered Death, “one must go out before a new one is lighted.”
“Then place the old one on a new one, that will go on burning at once when the old one has come to an end,” pleaded the physician.
Death behaved as if he were going to fulfill his wish, and took hold of a tall new candle;
but as he desired to revenge himself, he purposely made a mistake in fixing it,
and the little piece fell down and was extinguished.
Immediately the physician fell on the ground,
and now he himself was in the hands of Death.
Sweet Porridge
There was a poor but good little girl who lived alone with her mother, and they no longer had anything to eat.
So the child went into the forest,
and there an aged woman met her who was aware of her sorrow, and presented her with a little pot,
which when she said, “Cook, little pot, cook,” would cook good, sweet porridge,