“But the poor young ravens lay upon the ground flapping their wings, and crying, "Oh, what helpless chicles we are ! We must shift for ourselves, and jet we cannot fly ! What can we do, but lie here and starve ? " So the good young fellow alighted and killed his horse with his sword, and gave it to them for food. Then they came hopping up to it, satisfied their hunger, and cried, " We will remember you — one good turn deserves another !”

— Grimm's Household Tales: With the Author's Notes, Tale 17 · served from our shelf uncorrected OCR — being verified against the scan