LittleClausandBigClaus小克劳斯和大克劳斯byHansChristianAndersen（1835）INavillagethereoncelivedtwomenwhohadthesamename.TheywerebothcalledClaus.Oneofthemhadfourhorses，buttheotherhadonlyone；sotodistinguishthem，peoplecalledtheownerofthefourhorses， “GREatClaus，”andhewhohadonlyone， “LittleClaus.”Nowweshallhearwhathappenedtothem，forthisisatruestory.Throughthewholeweek，LittleClauswasobligedtoploughforGREatClaus，andlendhimhisonehorse；andonceaweek，onaSunday，GreatClauslenthimallhisfourhorses.ThenhowLittleClauswouldsmackhiswhipoverallfivehorses，theywereasgoodashisownonthatoneday.Thesunshonebrightly，andthechurchbellswereringingmerrilyasthepeoplepassedby，dressedintheirbestclothes，withtheirprayer-booksundertheirarms.Theyweregoingtoheartheclergymanpreach.TheylookedatLittleClausploughingwithhisfivehorses，andhewassoproudthathesmackedhiswhip，andsaid， “Gee-up，myfivehorses.”“Youmustnotsaythat，”saidBigClaus； “foronlyoneofthembelongstoyou.”ButLittleClaussoonforgotwhatheoughttosay，andwhenanyonepassedhewouldcallout， “Gee-up，myfivehorses！”“NowImustbegyounottosaythatagain，”saidBigClaus； “forifyoudo，Ishallhityourhorseonthehead，sothathewilldropdeadonthespot，andtherewillbeanendofhim.”“IpromiseyouIwillnotsayitanymore，”saidtheother；butassoonaspeoplecameby，noddingtohim，andwishinghim“Goodday，”hebecamesopleased，andthoughthowgranditlookedtohavefivehorsesploughinginhisfield，thathecriedoutagain， “Gee-up，allmyhorses！”“Illgee-upyourhorsesforyou，”saidBigClaus；andseizingahammer，hestrucktheonehorseofLittleClausonthehead，andhefelldeadinstantly.“Oh，nowIhavenohorseatall，”saidLittleClaus，weeping.Butafterawhilehetookoffthedeadhorsesskin，andhungthehidetodryinthewind.Thenheputthedryskinintoabag，and，placingitoverhisshoulder，wentoutintothenexttowntosellthehorsesskin.Hehadaverylongwaytogo，andhadtopassthroughadark，gloomyforest.Presentlyastormarose，andhelosthisway，andbeforehediscoveredtherightpath，eveningcameon，anditwasstillalongwaytothetown，andtoofartoreturnhomebeforenight.Neartheroadstoodalargefarmhouse.Theshuttersoutsidethewindowswereclosed，butlightsshonethroughthecrevicesatthetop. “Imightgetpermissiontostayhereforthenight，”thoughtLittleClaus；sohewentuptothedoorandknocked.Thefarmerswifeopenedthedoor；butwhensheheardwhathewanted，shetoldhimtogoaway，asherhusbandwouldnotallowhertoadmitstrangers. “ThenIshallbeobligedtolieouthere，”saidLittleClaustohimself，asthefarmerswifeshutthedoorinhisface.Neartothefarmhousestoodalargehaystack，andbetweenitandthehousewasasmallshed，withathatchedroof. “Icanlieupthere，”saidLittleClaus，ashesawtheroof； “itwillmakeafamousbed，butIhopethestorkwillnotflydownandbitemylegs；”foronitstoodalivingstork，whosenestwasintheroof.SoLittleClausclimbedtotheroofoftheshed，andwhileheturnedhimselftogetcomfortable，hediscoveredthatthewoodenshutters，whichwereclosed，didnotreachtothetopsofthewindowsofthefarmhouse，sothathecouldseeintoaroom，inwhichalargetablewaslaidoutwithwine，roastmeat，andasplendidfish.Thefarmerswifeandthesextonweresittingatthetabletogether；andshefilledhisglass，andhelpedhimplenteouslytofish，whichappearedtobehisfavoritedish. “IfIcouldonlygetsome，too，”thoughtLittleClaus；andthen，ashestretchedhisnecktowardsthewindowhespiedalarge，beautifulpie，indeedtheyhadagloriousfeastbeforethem.Atthismomentheheardsomeoneridingdowntheroad，towardsthefarmhouse.Itwasthefarmerreturninghome.Hewasagoodman，butstillhehadaverystrangeprejudice，hecouldnotbearthesightofasexton.Ifoneappearedbeforehim，hewouldputhimselfinaterriblerage.Inconsequenceofthisdislike，thesextonhadgonetovisitthefarmerswifeduringherhusbandsabsencefromhome，andthegoodwomanhadplacedbeforehimthebestshehadinthehousetoeat.Whensheheardthefarmercomingshewasfrightened，andbeggedthesextontohidehimselfinalargeemptychestthatstoodintheroom.Hedidso，forheknewherhusbandcouldnotendurethesightofasexton.Thewomanthenquicklyputawaythewine，andhidalltherestofthenicethingsintheoven；forifherhusbandhadseenthemhewouldhaveaskedwhattheywerebroughtoutfor.“Oh，dear，”sighedLittleClausfromthetopoftheshed，ashesawallthegoodthingsdisappear.“Isanyoneupthere？”askedthefarmer，lookingupanddiscoveringLittleClaus. “Whyareyoulyingupthe