‘The nuts are quite ripe now,’ Chanticleer said to his wife Partlet, ‘suppose we go together to the mountains, and eat as many as we can, before the squirrel takes them all away.’ Gladly,’ said Partlet, ‘let us go and make a holiday of it together.’

So they went to the mountains and as it was a lovely day, they stayed there till the evening. Now, whether it was that they had eaten so many nuts that they could not walk, or whether they were lazy and would not, I do not know, however, they took it into their heads that it did not become them to go home on foot. So Chanticleer began to build a little carriage of nutshells and when it was finished, Partlet jumped into it and sat down, and told Chanticleer to harness himself to it and take her home. ‘That’s a good joke!’ said Chanticleer, ‘no, that will never do. I would rather walk home; I’ll sit on the box and be coachman, if you like, but I won’t pull the carriage.’ While this was happening, a duck came quacking up and cried out, ‘You thieving beggars, what business have you on my grounds? I’ll punish you well for your insolence!’ She fell upon Chanticleer at once. But Chanticleer was no coward, and returned the duck’s blows with his sharp claws so fiercely that she soon began to cry out for mercy; which was only granted her upon condition that she would draw the carriage home for them. This she agreed to do and Chanticleer got upon the box, and drove, crying, ‘Now, duck, get on as fast as you can.’ And away they went at a pretty good pace.

After they had travelled along a little way, they met a needle and a pin walking together along the road. The needle cried out, ‘Stop, stop!’ and said it was so dark that they could hardly find their way. He told them that he and his friend, the pin, had been at a bar a few miles off, and had sat drinking till they had forgotten how late it was; he begged therefore that the travellers would be so kind as to give them a lift in their carriage. Chanticleer observing that they were thin fellows, and not likely to take up much room, told them they might ride, but made them promise not to dirty the wheels of the carriage in getting in, nor to tread on Partlet’s toes.

Late at night they arrived at an inn and as it was bad travelling in the dark, and the duck seemed very tired, and waddled about a good deal from one side to the other, they made up their minds to stay there. However, the landlord at first was unwilling, and said his house was full, thinking they might not be very respectable company. However, they spoke politely to him, and gave him the egg which Partlet had laid along the way, and said they would give him the duck, who was in the habit of laying one every day. So, at last he let them come in, and they had a good supper, and spent the evening very happily.

Early in the morning, before it was quite light, and when nobody was stirring in the inn, Chanticleer awakened his wife, and, fetching the egg, they pecked a hole in it, ate it up, and threw the shells into the fireplace. They then went to the pin and needle, who were fast asleep, and seizing them by their heads, stuck one into the landlord’s easy chair and the other into his handkerchief; and, having done this, they crept away as softly as possible. However, the duck, who slept in the open air in the yard, heard them coming, and jumping into the stream which ran close by the inn, soon swam out of their reach.

An hour or two afterwards the landlord got up, and took his handkerchief to wipe his face, but the pin ran into him and pricked him: then he walked into the kitchen to light his pipe at the fire, but when he stirred it up the eggshells flew into his eyes, and almost blinded him. ‘Bless me!’ he said, ‘all the world seems to be attacking my head this morning’: and so saying, he threw himself into his easy chair; but, oh dear! The needle ran into him, and this time the pain was not in his head. He now flew into a very great rage, and, suspecting the company who had come in the night before, he went to look for them, but they were all gone, so he swore that he never again would take in such a troop of vagabonds, who ate a great deal, didn’t pay their bills, and gave him nothing for his trouble but their monkey-like tricks.


Another day, Chanticleer and Partlet wished to ride out together, so Chanticleer built a handsome carriage with four red wheels, and harnessed six mice to it. Then he and Partlet got into the carriage, and away they drove. Soon afterwards a cat met them, and said, ‘Where are you going?’ And Chanticleer replied, ‘We are on our way to pay a visit to  Mr Korbes, the fox, today.’

Then the cat said, ‘Take me with you,’ Chanticleer said, gladly, get up behind, and be sure you do not fall off.’

Soon after they came upon a millstone, an egg, a duck, and a pin and Chanticleer allowed them all to get into the carriage and go with them.

When they arrived at Mr Korbes’s house, he was not at home, so the mice drove the carriage into the coach-house, Chanticleer and Partlet flew up on a beam, the cat sat down in the fireplace, the duck got into the washing tub, the pin stuck himself into the bed pillow, the millstone laid himself over the house door, and the egg rolled himself up in the towel.

When Mr Korbes came home, he went to the fireplace to make a fire; but the cat threw all the ashes in his eyes, so he ran to the kitchen to wash himself; but there the duck splashed all the water in his face; and when he tried to wipe himself, the egg broke to pieces in the towel all over his face and eyes. Then he was very angry, and went without his supper to bed. But when he laid his head on the pillow, the pin ran into his cheek. At this he became quite furious, and, jumping up, would have run out of the house, but when he came to the door, the millstone fell down on his head, and killed him on the spot.


Another day Chanticleer and Partlet agreed to go again to the mountains to eat nuts. It was settled that all the nuts which they found should be shared equally between them. Now Partlet found a very large nut, but she said nothing about it to Chanticleer, and kept it all to herself. However, it was so big that she could not swallow it, and it stuck in her throat. Then she was in a great fright, and cried out to Chanticleer, ‘Run as fast as you can, and fetch me some water, or I shall be choked.’ Chanticleer ran as fast as he could to the river, and said, ‘River, give me some water, for Partlet lies in the mountain, and will be choked by a great nut.’ The river said, ‘Run first to the bride, and ask her for a silken cord to draw up the water.’ Chanticleer ran to the bride, and said, ‘Bride, you must give me a silken cord, for then the river will give me water, and I will carry the water to Partlet, who lies on the mountain, and will be choked by a great nut.’ But the bride said, ‘Run first, and bring me my garland that is hanging on a willow in the garden.’ Then Chanticleer ran to the garden, and took the garland from the bough where it hung, and brought it to the bride; and then the bride gave him the silken cord, and he took the silken cord to the river, and the river gave him water, and he carried the water to Partlet. But in the meantime she was choked by the great nut, and lay quite dead and never moved any more.

Then Chanticleer was very sad, and cried bitterly. All the animals came and wept with him over poor Partlet. Six mice built a little hearse to carry her to her grave; and when it was ready they harnessed themselves before it, and Chanticleer drove them. On the way they met the fox. ‘Where are you going, Chanticleer?’ he said. ‘To bury my Partlet,’ said the other. ‘May I go with you?’ said the fox. ‘Yes, but you must get up behind, or my horses will not be able to draw you.’ Then the fox got up behind, and soon the wolf, the bear, the goat, and all the animals of the wood, came and climbed upon the hearse.

So, on they went till they came to a rapid stream. ‘How shall we get over?’ said Chanticleer. Then a straw said, ‘I will lay myself across, and you may pass over upon me.’ But as the mice were going over, the straw slipped away and fell into the water, and the six mice all fell in and were drowned. What was to be done? Then a large log of wood came and said, ‘I am big enough. I will lay myself across the stream, and you shall pass over on me.’ So he laid himself down, but they managed so clumsily, that the log of wood fell in and was carried away by the stream. Then a stone, who saw what had happened, came up and kindly offered to help poor Chanticleer by laying himself across the stream; and this time he got safely to the other side with the hearse, and managed to get Partlet out of it, but the fox and the other mourners, who were sitting behind, were too heavy, and fell back into the water and were all carried away by the stream and drowned.

Thus Chanticleer was left alone with his dead Partlet and having dug a grave for her, he laid her in it, and made a little hillock over her. Then he sat down by the grave, and wept and mourned, till at last he died too. And so, all were dead.