town. the foal, however, begged to be set free. "i am still too young," it said, "even a light tailor such as thou art would break my back in two let me go till i have grown strong. a time may perhaps come when i may reward thee for it." - "run off," said the tailor, "i see thou art still a giddy thing." he gave it a touch with a switch over its back, whereupon it kicked up its hind legs for joy, leapt over hedges and ditches, and galloped away into the open country.
but the little tailor had eaten nothing since the day before. "the sun to be 