she was in a lovely meadow where the sun was shining and many thousands of flowers were growing. across this meadow she went, and at last came to a baker's oven full of bread, and the bread cried out, oh, take me out. take me out. or i shall burn. i have been baked a long time. so she went up to it, and took out all the loaves one after another with the bread-shovel.
after that she went on till she came to a tree covered with apples, which called out to her, oh, shake me. shake me. we apples are all ripe. so she shook the tree till the 