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'There,' cried the sparrow, 'thou cruel villain, thou hast killed

my friend the dog. Now mind what I say. This deed of thine shall

cost thee all thou art worth.' 'Do your worst, and welcome,' said

the brute, 'what harm can you do me?' and passed on. But the

sparrow crept under the tilt of the cart, and pecked at the bung

of one of the casks till she loosened it; and then all the wine

ran out, without the carter seeing it. At last he looked round,

and saw that the cart was dripping, and the cask quite empty.

'What an unlucky wretch I am!' cried he. 'Not wretch enough yet!'

said the sparrow, as she alighted upon the head of one of the

horses, and pecked at him till he reared up and kicked. When the

carter saw this, he drew out his hatchet and aimed a blow at the

sparrow, meaning to kill her; but she flew away, and the blow

fell upon the poor horse's head with such force, that he fell

down dead. 'Unlucky wretch that I am!' cried he. 'Not wretch

enough yet!' said the sparrow.