The next day the old woman got supper ready, made ready to twist the hen's neck and to roast it for supper with the head and the liver. The cook twisted the hen's neck and put her into the oven, and himself went out. But in that time the two little children of the house, who were at school, ran in, looked into the oven, and wanted to nibble. The elder brother ate the head and the youngest ate the liver.
When supper-time came, the hen was put on the table, but when the apprentice saw that both the head and the liver were missing he was very angry, quarrelled with the old woman and went home. The old woman followed him and wheedled, but he still insisted: "You bring your children, take their liver out and brains, and give them me for supper; otherwise I will have nothing to do with you."
So the old woman put her children to bed, called the cook and bade him take them whilst they were asleep into the wood, there kill them and extract their liver and their brains and get them ready for supper. The cook took the children into the slumbrous forest, stopped, and made ready to whet the knife.
The boys woke up and asked, "Why are you sharpening the knife?"
"Because your mother has bidden me take out your liver and brains and cook them."
"Oh, grandfather, little dove, do not slay us; we will give you all the gold you desire, only pity us and let us free." So the younger brother filled his skirt with gold, and the cook was contented with this and he set them free.
So the boys went forth into the forest and he turned back. Fortunately for him a bitch came his way, so he took her two puppies, took their livers and brains, roasted them and gave them for supper. The apprentice was very pleased with the dish, swallowed it all,
