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THE INN OF THE RED CRAW: FISH
HEY walked, and walked, and walked,
| arrived dead tired at the inn of The
until at last, towards evening, they
Red Craw-fish.
‘ Let us stop here a little,” said the Fox,
" that we may have something to eat and rest
ourselves for an hour or two. We will start
again at midnight, so as to arrive at the Field
of miracles by dawn to-morrow morning.”
Having gone into the inn they all three sat
down to table: but none of them had any
appetite.
The Cat, who was suffering from indiges¬
tion and feeling seriously indisposed, could
only eat thirty-five mullet with tomato sauce,
and four portions of tripe with Parmesan
cheese; and because she thought the tripe was
not seasoned enough, she asked three times for
the butter and grated cheese!
The Fox would also willingly have picked
a little, but as his doctor had ordered him a
strict diet, he was forced to content himself
simply with a hare dressed with a sweet and
sour sauce, and garnished lightly with fat
chickens and early pullets. After the hare he
sent for a made dish of partridges, rabbits,
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