Thomas Kinkade FenwayPark painting

Thomas Kinkade FenwayPark painting
Thomas Kinkade Evening on the Avenue painting
Da lief der Wolf zum Bäcker und sprach: "Ich habe mir den Fuß angestoßen, streich mir Teig darüber!" Als ihm der Bäcker die Pfote bestrichen hatte, lief er zum Müller und sprach: "Streu mir weißes Mehl auf meine Pfote!" Der Müller dachte, der Wolf wolle jemanden betrügen, und weigerte sich. Aber der Wolf sprach: "Wenn du es nicht tust, fresse ich dich!" Da fürchtete sich der Müller und machte ihm die Pfote weiß.
Nun ging der Bösewicht zum dritten Mal zu der Haustür, klopfte an und sprach: "Macht auf, Kinder, euer liebes Mütterchen ist heimgekommen und hat jedem von euch etwas aus dem Wald mitgebracht!"
Die Geißlein riefen: "Zeig uns zuerst deine Pfote, damit wir wissen, daß du unser liebes Mütterchen bist."

Thomas Kinkade FenwayPark painting

Thomas Kinkade FenwayPark painting
Thomas Kinkade Evening on the Avenue painting
slip down into the stomach with the hay. "In this little room the windows are forgotten," said he, "and no sun shines in, neither will a candle be brought."
His quarters were especially unpleasing to him, and the worst was that more and more hay was always coming in by the door, and the space grew less and less. When at length in his anguish, he cried as loud as he could, "Bring me no more fodder, bring me no more fodder!"
The maid was just milking the cow, and when she heard some one speaking, and saw no one, and perceived that it was the same voice that she had heard in the night, she was so terrified that she slipped off her stool, and spilt the milk.
She ran in great haste to her master, and said, "Oh heavens, pastor, the cow has been speaking."
"You are mad," replied the pastor, but he went himself to the byre to see what was there. Hardly, however had he set his foot inside when Tom Thumb again cried, "Bring me no more fodder, bring me no more fodder!"
Then the pastor himself was alarmed, and thought that an evil spirit had gone into the cow, and ordered her to