The Little Half-Chick

A Children's Story Classic

There was once upon a time a Spanish Hen, who hatched out some nice little chickens.  
She was much pleased with their looks as they came from the shell.  One, two, three,
came out plump and fluffy; but when the fourth shell broke, out came a little half-chick!  
It had only one leg and one wing and one eye!  It was just half a chicken.

The Hen-mother did not know what in the world to do with this unique little Half-Chick.  
She was afraid something would happen to it, and she tried hard to protect it and keep it
from harm.  But as soon as it could walk the little Half-Chick showed a most headstrong
spirit, worse than any of its brothers.  It would not mind, and it would go wherever it
wanted to; it walked with a funny little hoppity-kick, hoppity-kick, and got along pretty

One day the little Half-Chick said, "Mother, I am off to Madrid, to see theKing!  Good-by."

The poor Hen-mother did everything she could think of, to keep him from doing so
foolish a thing, but the little Half-Chick laughed at her naughtily.  "I'm for seeing the
King," he said; "this life is too quiet for me."  And away he went, hoppity-kick,
hoppity-kick, over the fields.
When he had gone some distance the little Half-Chick
came to a little brook that was caught in the weeds and in
much trouble.

"Little Half-Chick," whispered the Water, "I am so choked
with these weeds  that I cannot move; I am almost lost,
for want of room; please push the sticks and weeds away
with your bill and help me."

"The idea!" said the little Half-Chick. "I cannot be bothered
with you; I am off for Madrid, to see the King!"  And in
spite of the brook's begging he went away, hoppity-kick,

A bit farther on, the Half-Chick came to a Fire, which was
smothered in damp sticks and in great distress.
"Oh, little Half-Chick," said the Fire, "you are just in time to save me.  I am almost dead
for want of air.  Fan me a little with your wing, I beg."

"The idea!" said the little Half-Chick. "I cannot be bothered with you; I am off to Madrid,
to see the King!"  And he went laughing off, hoppity-kick, hoppity-kick.

When he had hoppity-kicked a good way, and was near Madrid, he came to a clump of
bushes, where the Wind was caught fast.  The Wind was whimpering, and begging to be
set free.

"Little Half-Chick," said the Wind, "you  are just in time to help me; if you will brush aside
these twigs and leaves, I can get my breath; help me, quickly!"

"Ho! the idea!" said the little Half-Chick.  "I have no time to bother with you. I am going to
Madrid, to see the King." And he went off, hoppity-kick, hoppity- kick, leaving the Wind
to smother.

After a while he came to Madrid and to the palace of the King.  Hoppity-kick,
hoppity-kick, the little Half-Chick skipped past the sentry at the gate, and hoppity- kick,
hoppity-kick, he crossed the court. But as he was passing the windows of the kitchen the
Cook looked out and saw him.

"The very thing for the King's dinner!" she said.  "I was needing a chicken!"  And she
seized the little Half-Chick by his one wing and threw him into a kettle of water on the fire.

The Water came over the little Half-Chick's feathers, over his head, into his eye; It was
terribly uncomfortable.  The little Half-Chick cried out,--

"Water, don't drown me!  Stay down, don't come so high!"

But the Water said, "Little Half-Chick,  little Half-Chick, when I was in trouble you would
not help me," and came higher than ever.

Now the Water grew warm, hot, hotter, frightfully hot; the little Half-Chick cried out, "Do
not burn so hot, Fire!  Stop!"

But the Fire said, "Little Half-Chick, little Half-Chick, when I was in trouble you would not
help me," and burned hotter than ever.

Just as the little Half-Chick thought he must suffocate, the Cook took the cover off, to
look at the dinner.  "Dear me," she said, "this chicken is no good."  And she picked the
little Half-Chick up by one leg and threw him out of the window.

In the air he was caught by a breeze and taken up higher than the trees.  Round and round
he was twirled till he was so dizzy he thought he must perish.  "Don't blow me so?  
Wind," he cried, "let me down!"

"Little Half-Chick, little Half-Chick," said the Wind, "when I was in trouble you would not
help me!"  And the Wind  blew him straight up to the top of the church steeple, and stuck
him there, fast!

There he stands to this day, with his one eye, his one wing, and his one leg.  He cannot
hoppity-kick any more, but he turns slowly round when the wind blows, and keeps his
head toward it, to hear what it says.
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