The Half-Chick (5)

The Half-Chick (5)

A little later he came to a fire that had been left by some gypsies in a wood.
It was burning very low, and would soon be out.

"Oh ! Medio Pollito," cried the fire, in a weak, wavering voice as the half-chick approached.
"In a few minutes I shall go quite out unless you put some sticks and dry leaves upon me. Do help me, or I shall die !"

" Help you, indeed ! " answered Medio Pollito.
"I have other things to do. Gather sticks for yourself, and don't trouble me. I am off to Madrid to see the King," and hoppity-kick, hoppity-kick, away stumped Medio Pollito.

The next morning, as he was getting near Madrid, he passed a large chestnut tree, in whose branches the wind was caught and entangled.

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