Читать книгу The Talking Thrush, and Other Tales from India - W. H. D. Rouse - Страница 4

So there was nothing for it: the Doctor took his

knives, and made a hole in the King, and pulled out the

Thrush. Strange to say, the pieces of the Thrush had all

joined together again, and away she flew; but her beautiful

clothes were all gone. However, it was a lesson she

never forgot; and after that, she slept soft in her nest

of cotton, and never again tried to ape her betters. As

for the King, he died; and a good riddance too.

His son became king in his stead; and all

life long he remembered his father's

miserable death, and kept all his

promises to men, and beasts,

and birds.