'Where have you come from, with that fine red cock in your
basket,' asked she, for the bird was so big that the lid would
not shut down properly.

'Oh, I come from a place where they don't keep these things by
the dozen,' he replied, sitting down in front of the table.

The woman said no more, but set before him a bottle of his
favourite wine, and soon he began to wish to display his prize.

'Show me what you can do, cock,' cried he. And the cock stood up
and flapped his wings three times, crowing 'coquerico' with a
voice like a trumpet, and at each crow there fell from his beak
golden drops, and diamonds as large as peas.

This time Father Grumbler did not invite the innkeeper's wife to
pick up his treasures, but put his own hat under the cock's beak,
so as to catch everything he let fall; and he did not see the
husband and wife exchanging glances with each other which said,
'That would be a splendid cock to put with our basket.'

'Have another glass of wine?' suggested the innkeeper, when they
had finished admiring the beauty of the cock, for they pretended
not to have seen the gold or the diamonds. And Father Grumbler,
nothing loth, drank one glass after another, till his head fell
forward on the table, and once more he was sound asleep. Then
the woman gently coaxed the cock from the basket and carried it
off to her own poultry yard, from which she brought one exactly
like it, and popped it in its place.