parsley, and boil them all together in the great pot over the
kitchen fire."
“Very well," answered Coranda.
There was a little pet dog at the farm-house by the name
or Parsley. Coranda killed him, skinned him, cut him up
with the meat and vegetables, and put the whole to boil
over the kitchen fire. When the farmer’s wife returned
she called her favorite; but, alas! she saw nothing but a
bloody skin hanging by the window.
“What have you done?" said she to Coranda.
“What you ordered me, mistress. I have boiled the
meat, onions, carrots, and leeks, and parsley in the bargain.”
“Wicked wretch!” cried the farmer, “had you the heart
to kill the innocent creature that was the joy of the house?”’
"Are you not satisfied?" said Coranda, taking his knife
from his pocket.
“TI did not say that,” returned the farmer. "A dead
dog is nothing but a dead dog." But he sighed.
A few days after, the farmer and his wife went to market.
Fearing their terrible servant, they said to him, “Stay at
home and do exactly what you see others do.”
“Very well,” said Coranda.
There was an old shed in the yard the roof of which was
falling to pieces. The carpenters came to repair it, and
began, as usual, by tearing down the roof. Coranda took