Gone is gone (the story of a man who Wanted to Do Housework) (3)

Gone is gone (the story of a man who Wanted to Do  Housework) (3)

Fritzl thought he would like that well enough ー to lie on the grass and keep an eye on his kinndli-girl, to sit in the cool shade and churn, to fry a bit of sausage and cook a little soup.

Ho ! that would be easy !
Yes, yes, he'd try it.

Well, Liesi lost no time the next morning.
There she was at peep of day, striding out across the fields with a jug of water in her hand and the scythe over her shoulder.

And Fritzl, where was he ?

He was in the Litchen, frying a string of juicy sausage for his breakfast.
There he sat, holding the pan over the fire, and as the sausage was sizzling and frizzing in the pan, Fritzl was lost in pleasant thoughts.

" A mug of cider now, " that's what he was thinking.
" A mug of apple cider with my sausage ー that would be just the thing. "

No sooner though than done. 

Fritzl set the pan on the edge of the fireplace, and went down into rhe cellar where there was a big barrel full of cider.
He pulled the bung from the barrel and watched the cider spurt into his mug, sparkling and foaming so that it was a joy to see.

But Hulla !
What was that noise up in the kitchen ー　such a scuffle and clatter !

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