changed into a cow. These two metamorphoses were made by the enchantments of our master’s wife, who hated both the mother and son.’ This is what my daughter told me,” said the farmer, “and I come to acquaint you with it.” I leave you to judge how much I was surprised. I went immediately to my farmer, to speak to his daughter myself. As soon as I arrived, I went forthwith to the stall where my son was kept; he could not return my embraces, but received them in such a manner, as fully satisfied me he was my son. The farmer’s daughter then
demanded the dog; “what would you have him do?” “Let him go into the room where his wife is,” resumed the cock, “lock the door, and take a stick and thrash her well; and I will answer for it, that will bring her to her senses, and make her forbear to importune him to discover what he ought not to reveal.” The merchant had no sooner heard what