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A Story for children age 4 to 6.
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But Medio Pollito had made up his mind, and he would not listen to his
mother's advice nor to the prayers and entreaties of his brothers and
"What is the use of our all crowding each other up in this poky little
place?" he said. "When I have a fine courtyard of my own at the
king's palace, I shall perhaps ask some of you to come and pay me a
And scarcely waiting to say good-by to his family, away he stumped down
the high road that led to Madrid.
"Be sure that you are kind and civil to every one you meet," called his
mother, running after him; but he was in such a hurry to be off that he
did not wait to answer her or even to look back.
A little later in the day, as he was taking a short cut through a
field, he passed a stream. Now, the stream was all choked up and
overgrown with weeds and water-plants, so that its waters could not
"Oh! Medio Pollito," it cried as the half-chick hopped along its
banks, "do come and help me by clearing away these weeds."
"Help you, indeed!" exclaimed Medio Pollito, tossing his head and
shaking the few feathers in his tail. "Do you think I have nothing to
do but to waste my time on such trifles? Help yourself and don't
trouble busy travelers. I am off to Madrid to see the king," and
hoppity-kick, hoppity-kick, away stumped Medio Pollito.
A little later he came to a fire that had been left by some gypsies in
a wood. It was burning very low and would soon be out.
"Oh! Medio Pollito," cried the fire in a weak, wavering voice as the
half-chick approached, "in a few minutes I shall go quite out unless
you put some sticks and dry leaves upon me. Do help me or I shall
"Help you, indeed!" answered Medio Pollito. "I have other things to
do. Gather sticks for yourself and don't trouble me. I am off to
Madrid to see the king," and hoppity-kick, hoppity-kick, away stumped
The next morning, as he was getting near Madrid, he passed a large
chestnut tree, in whose branches the wind was caught and entangled.
"Oh! Medio Pollito," called the wind, "do hop up here and help me to
get free of these branches. I cannot come away and it is so
"It is your own fault for going there," answered Medio Pollito. "I
can't waste all my morning stopping here to help you. Just shake
yourself off, and don't hinder me, for I am off to Madrid to see the
king," and hoppity-kick, hoppity-kick, away stumped Medio Pollito in
great glee, for the towers and roofs of Madrid were now in sight. When
he entered the town he saw before him a great, splendid house, with
soldiers standing before the gates. This he knew must be the king's
palace, and he determined to hop up to the front gate and wait there
until the king came out. But as he was hopping past one of the back
windows the king's cook saw him.