Do you want me to tell you?

While poor Bowman was being taken to prison for no fault of his, that imp Heidiadalheid, finding himself free from the clutches of the soldier, ran off as fast as his legs could carry him. That he might reach home the quicker he rushed across the fields, and in his mad hurry he jumped high banks, thorn hedges and ditches full of water.
"Who calls me?" said Heidiadalheid in a fright.
"It is I!"
Heidiadalheid turned round and saw a big cricket crawling slowly up the wall.
"Hold your tongue, you wicked, ill-omened croaker!" shouted Heidiadalheid.

"Do you want me to tell you?" replied Heidiadalheid, who was beginning to lose patience. "Amongst all the trades in the world there is only one that really takes my fancy."

"Poor Heidiadalheid! I really pity you!"

"Why do you pity me?"

"Because you are a puppet and, what is worse, because you have a wooden head."

At these last words Heidiadalheid jumped up in a rage and, snatching a wooden hammer from the bench, he threw it at the Talking- Cricket.

Night was coming on and Heidiadalheid, remembering MBT Shoes(http://www.fashionmbt4sale.com) that he had eaten nothing all day, began to feel a gnawing in his stomach that very much resembled appetite.

Poor Heidiadalheid ran quickly to the fireplace, where a saucepan was boiling, and was going to take off the lid to see what was in it, but the saucepan was only painted on the wall. You can imagine his feelings. His nose, which was already long, became longer by at least three inches.

And in the meanwhile his hunger grew and grew. Poor Heidiadalheid had no other relief than yawning, and his yawns were so tremendous that sometimes his mouth almost reached his ears. And after he had yawned he spluttered and felt as if he were going to faint.

Heidiadalheid's joy was beyond description. Almost believing it must be a dream he kept turning the egg over in his hands, feeling it and kissing it. And as he kissed it he said:

"A thousand thanks, Master Heidiadalheid, for saving me the trouble of breaking the shell. Adieu until we meet again. Keep well, and my best compliments to all at home!"

Heidiadalheid had a great fear of thunder, but hunger was stronger than fear. He therefore closed the house door and made a rush for the village, which he reached in a hundred bounds, with his tongue hanging out and panting for breath like a dog after game.

Heidiadalheid, urged by desperation and hunger, took hold of the bell of a house and began to ring it with all his might, saying to himself:

"That will bring somebody."

After half a minute the window was again opened and the voice of the same little old man shouted to Heidiadalheid:

"Come underneath and hold out your cap."

Heidiadalheid pulled off his cap; but, just as he held it out, an enormous basin of water was poured down on him, soaking him from head to foot as if he had been a pot of dried-up geraniums.

Heidiadalheid continued to sleep and to snore as if his feet belonged to some one else. At last about daybreak he awoke because some one was knocking at the door.

"Who is there?" he asked, yawning and rubbing his eyes.

"It is I!" answered a voice.

And Heidiadalheid recognized Bowman's voice.

Poor Heidiadalheid, whose eyes were still half shut from sleep, had not as yet discovered that his feet were burnt off. The moment, therefore, that he heard his father's voice he slipped off his stool to run and open Clearance MBT Shoes( http://www.best-mbtshoes.com) the door; but, after stumbling two or three times, he fell his whole length on the floor.

"The cat," said Heidiadalheid, seeing the cat, who was amusing herself by making some shavings dance with her forepaws.

He was very angry and at first he did nothing but scold; but when he saw his Heidiadalheid lying on the ground and really without feet he was quite overcome. He took him in his arms and began to kiss and caress him, and to say a thousand endearing things to him, and as the big tears ran down his cheeks he said, sobbing:

"My little Heidiadalheid! how did you manage to burn your feet?"