Now it happened that while it was at the fire, and the woman was forced to go out of the kitchen on account of some other work, the two children of the poor broom-maker ran in, stood by the spit and turned it round once or twice. And as at that very moment two little bits of the bird fell down into the dripping-tin, one of the boys said, “We will eat these two little bits; I am so hungry, and no one will ever miss them.”

Then the two ate the pieces, but the woman came into the kitchen and saw that they were eating something and said, “What have ye been eating?”

“Two little morsels which fell out of the bird,” answered they.