The kitten said to her mother:
- Mother, bake me a cake! Mother hen agreed, but asked her daughter to bring her some chips for the fire that people throw away.
The little cat went into the neighbour's kitchen, but no sooner had she started to eat the chips than an old cat surprised her and made her eat them:
- "Please let me go," the kitten begged.
- I'll give you half my loaf.
- "All right," said the old cat.
- Go get the bread! She took the chips home to her little kitty and told her mother what had happened to her.
- Never mourn, my little girl - consoled mother hen.
- I'll bake you a loaf so big, it'll feed you and the old cat.
The mother hen baked a big, big loaf of bread, gave it to the little chick, and warned her: don't forget that half of it belongs to the old cat!
But the little chick liked the cake so much that she ate the whole thing with such a big appetite.
Then he ran to his mother:
- What shall I do now, my good mother? I've eaten all the scones!
- Oh, you gluttonous beast! - said the mother hen.
- Maybe the cat has forgotten about my cake, the kitten hoped.
- He may not even come to pick it up, he may not even know where we live. But no sooner had he said that than the cat was there.
- Oh, my poor head...What now? - cried the little chick in fear.
- "Follow me," said Mother Hen, and ran into the neighbour's kitchen. And the little chick followed. In the kitchen they looked around for a suitable hiding place, saw a big lump of clay, and quickly crawled inside.
The old cat saw the mother hen and the kitten run away, and got angry too.
- Where's half my loaf? - she cried.
- I'll eat you up in a jiffy, the chick of our pack, and even your mother!
He ran into the kitchen after the fugitives. But wherever he looked, he saw no sign of them.
"They should be here," he thought to himself.
- I saw them when they ran in. There is no other door but this one. Sooner or later they will come out of hiding." So he sat down on the threshold and waited patiently. Inside the cage the chick and the hen were shivering, so scared.
But as the minutes passed, the kitten slowly regained her courage and began to stir restlessly.
He whispered to his mother, "I would sneeze, mother!
- But you don't sneeze! - said the mother hen angrily.
- The old cat hears him and looks into the faggot.
A minute passed, two - and the little chick spoke again in a whisper:
- I'd sneeze, mother! - Oh, my goodness! I tell you you won't sneeze! - his mother scolded him. Four minutes passed, five minutes passed - but the little chick moaned more and more bitterly.
His mother lost her temper and said:
- So sneeze, but quietly!
But the little chick sneezed so hard that the faggot suddenly burst, and mother hen and the little chick were cowering among the many pots. Luckily for them, the old cat thought the sky was thundering and ran away in fright.
So the mother hen stumbled out of the kitchen safe and sound, and the little chick wobbled after her.
