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"_Blacksmith! Blacksmith! I've come to you;
My little gray pony has lost a shoe_!"
But the blacksmith answered and said:--
"_How can I shoe your pony's feet,
Without some coal the iron to heat_?"
The man was downcast when he heard this; but he left his little gray
pony in the blacksmith's care, while he hurried here and there to buy
the coal.
First of all he went to the store; and when he got there, he said:--
"_Storekeeper! Storekeeper! I've come to you;
My little gray pony has lost a shoe!
And I want some coal the iron to heat,
That the blacksmith may shoe my pony's feet_."
But the storekeeper answered and said:--
"_Now, I have apples and candy to sell,
And more nice things than I can tell;
But I've no coal the iron to heat,
That the blacksmith may shoe your pony's feet_."
Then the man went away sighing, and saying:--
"_What shall I do? What shall I do?
My little gray pony has lost a shoe!"_
By and by he met a farmer coming to town with a wagon full of good
things; and he said:--
"_Farmer! Farmer! I've come to you;
My little gray pony has lost a shoe!
And I want some coal the iron to heat,
That the blacksmith may shoe my pony's feet_."
Then the farmer answered the man and said:--
"_I've bushels of corn and hay and wheat
Something for you and your pony to eat;
But I've no coal the iron to heat,
That the blacksmith may shoe your pony's feet_."
So the farmer drove away and left the man standing in the road, sighing
and saying:--
"_What shall I do? What shall I do?
My little gray pony has lost a shoe_!"
In the farmer's wagon, full of good things, he saw corn, which made him
think of the mill; so he hastened there, and called to the dusty
miller:--
"_Miller! Miller! I've come to you;
My little gray pony has lost a shoe,
And I want some coal the iron to heat,
That the blacksmith may shoe my pony's feet_."
The miller came to the door in surprise; and when he heard what was
needed, he said:--
"_I have wheels that go round and round,
And stones to turn till the grain is ground,
But I've no coal the iron to heat,
That the blacksmith may shoe your pony's feet_."
[Illustration: When she came near the man she stopped to ask him his
trouble.]
Then the man turned away sorrowfully and sat down on a rock near the
roadside, sighing and saying:--
"_What shall I do? What shall I do?
My little gray pony has lost a shoe_!"
After a while a very old woman came down the road, driving a flock of
geese to market; and when she came near the man, she stopped to ask him
his trouble. He told her all about it; and when she had heard it all,
she laughed till her geese joined in with a cackle; and she said:--
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