Here we are, back again. Struwwelpeter, will tell you about. "The Man who went out Shooting
Story of the Man that went out
This is the man that shoots the
This is the coat he always wears:
With game-bag, powder-horn, and
He's going out to have some
The hare sits snug in leaves
And laughs to see the green man
He finds it hard, without a pair
spectacles, to shoot the
Now, as the sun grew very
And he a heavy gun had got,
He lay down
underneath a tree
And went to sleep, as you may see.
And, while he slept like any top,
The little hare came, hop, hop, hop,
Took gun and spectacles, and then
On her hind legs went off
The green man
wakes and sees her
The spectacles upon her
she's trying all she can
To shoot the sleepy, green-coat
He cries and screams and runs
The hare runs after him all day
And hears him call out
"Help! Fire! Help! The Hare! The
At last he stumbled at the
Head over ears, and in he fell.
The hare stopped
short, took aim and, hark!
Bang went the gun—she missed her
The poor man's wife was drinking
Her coffee in her coffee-cup;
shot cup and saucer through;
"Oh dear!" cried she; "what shall I do?"
There lived close by the cottage there
The hare's own child, the little
And while she stood upon her
The coffee fell and burned her nose.
"Oh dear!" she cried, with spoon in
"Such fun I do not
Oh dear I don't trim very well do I, oops.
I will have to move my scanner to
place to work with. It is so-o-o