Then the little cart said, "Then I will run," and it began to run furiously.
It ran by a little manure pile, which said, "Why are you running, little cart?"
"Why should I not be running?
Little louse has burned herself to death.
Little flea is crying.
Little door is creaking.
Little broom is sweeping."
Then the little manure pile said, "Then I will burn furiously," and it began to burn in bright flames.
A little tree that stood near the little manure pile said, "Little manure pile, why are you burning?"
"Why should I not be burning?
Little louse has burned herself to death.
Little flea is crying.
Little door is creaking.
Little broom is sweeping.
Little cart is running."
Then the little tree said, "Then I will shake myself," and it began to shake itself until all its leaves fell off.