Solomon Owl had pains sharp pains underneath his waistcoat. And not knowing what else to do, he set off at once for Aunt Polly Woodchuck's house under the hill, in the pasture, which he had not visited since the previous fall. Luckily, he found the old lady at home. And quickly he told her of his trouble.
"What have you been eating?" she inquired.
"I've followed your advice. I've been eating chickens," said he "very small chickens, because they were all I could get."
