Then down he jumped, in a great hurry, and looked at one of the pony's
fore-feet; but nothing was wrong. He lifted the other forefoot, but the
shoe was still there. He examined one of the hindfeet, and began to
think that he was mistaken; but when he looked at the last foot, he
cried again:--

"_What shall I do? What shall I do?
My little gray pony has lost a shoe_!"

Then he made haste to go to the blacksmith; and when he saw the smith,
he called out to him:--

"_Blacksmith! Blacksmith! I've come to you;
My little gray pony has lost a shoe_!"

But the blacksmith answered and said:--

"_How can I shoe your pony's feet,
Without some coal the iron to heat_?"

The man was downcast when he heard this; but he left his little gray
pony in the blacksmith's care, while he hurried here and there to buy
the coal.

First of all he went to the store; and when he got there, he said:--

"_Storekeeper! Storekeeper! I've come to you;
My little gray pony has lost a shoe!
And I want some coal the iron to heat,
That the blacksmith may shoe my pony's feet_."