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dog lying in the road, who was panting like one
who had run himself tired. "Why are you panting
so, Grab-Hold?" asked the donkey. "Oh," said the
dog, "because I am old and am getting weaker
every day and can no longer go hunting, my
master wanted to kill me, so I ran off; but now
how should I earn my bread?" - "Do you know
what," said the donkey, "I am going to Bremen
and am going to become a town musician there.
Come along and take up music too. I'll play the
lute, and you can beat the drums." The dog was
satisfied with that, and they went further. It didn't
take long, before they came to a cat sitting by the
side of the road and making a face like three days
of rainy weather. "What has crossed you, old
Beard-Licker?" said the donkey. "Oh," answered
the cat, "who can __

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