the prize he had won; and he did not remember there was such a thing as a hen in the world when he beheld the Sister of the Sun sleeping on a bed before him.
For some time he stood staring; then he came to himself with a start, and feeling that he had no business there, softly stole away, and was fortunate enough to recapture the hen, which he took with him to the gate. On the threshold he stopped again. 鈥榃hy should I not look at the Sister of the Sun?鈥�he thought to himself; 鈥榮he is asleep, and will never know.鈥�And he turned back for the second time and entered the chamber, while the hen wriggled herself free as before. When he had gazed his fill he went out into the courtyard and picked up his hen who was seeking for corn.
As he drew near the gate he paused. 鈥榃hy did I not give her a kiss?鈥�he said to himself; 鈥業 shall never kiss any woman so beautiful.鈥�And he wrung his hands with regret, so that the hen fell to the ground and ran away.
鈥楤ut I can do it still!鈥�he cried with delight, and he rushed back
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