[_The Grandfather sighs sadly. The Wife gets a wooden dish and fills it
with meat. Little Hans leaves the table and plays with his blocks on the
floor._]
WIFE (_handing the wooden dish to the Grandfather_). Here's one you can't
break. Go now and sit in the corner behind the oven. You shall eat there
hereafter. I cannot have my tablecloths soiled--that I cannot!
[_The Grandfather takes his wooden plate and goes to the seat in the corner
behind the oven. His eyes are filled with tears._]
MAN. Come, little Hans, and finish your dinner.
WIFE (_turning to Hans_). Bless me! What are you making, child?
HANS. A wooden trough for you and father to eat out of when I grow big.
[_The Man and his Wife look at each other; there is a pause._]
MAN (_showing shame_). He will treat us as we have treated father!
WIFE (_weeping_). 'T will serve us right!
MAN (_kindly_). Father, throw that wooden dish out of the window. I am
ashamed of what I have done; forgive me!
WIFE (_kindly_). Father, come back to the table. I too am ashamed. Forgive
me, dear father.
THE CROW AND THE FOX
TIME: _yesterday noon_.
PLACE: _a high tree in a grove_.
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MADAM CROW.
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