The Half-Chick (9)

The Half-Chick (9)

"Look here ! " he cried in horror;" this chicken is quite useless. It is burnt to a cinder. I can't send it up to the royal table."

And opening the window, he threw Medio Pollito out into the street.

But the wind caught him up, and whirled him through the air so quickly that Medio Pollito could scarcely breathe, and his heart beat against his side till he thought it would break.

"Oh, wind !" at last he gasped out, "if you hurry me along like this you will kill me. Do let me rest a moment, or—"

But he was so breathless that he could not finish his sentence.

"Ah! Medio Pollito," replied the wind, "when I was caught in the branches of the chestnut tree you would not help me; now you are punished."

(9/10)