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'Yes,' said he; 'and now let us take a walk a little way out of

the town.' So they both went out upon the high road; but as the

weather was warm, they had not gone far before the dog said, 'I

am very much tired--I should like to take a nap.' 'Very well,'

answered the sparrow, 'do so, and in the meantime I will perch

upon that bush.' So the dog stretched himself out on the road,

and fell fast asleep. Whilst he slept, there came by a carter

with a cart drawn by three horses, and loaded with two casks of

wine. The sparrow, seeing that the carter did not turn out of the

way, but would go on in the track in which the dog lay, so as to

drive over him, called out, 'Stop! stop! Mr Carter, or it shall

be the worse for you.' But the carter, grumbling to himself, 'You

make it the worse for me, indeed! what can you do?' cracked his

whip, and drove his cart over the poor dog, so that the wheels

crushed him to death.