My name is friend was a great miser, which was later proven by the terrible advice he gave my master to show me as a sight on a market-day in the next town.
Glumdalclitch, my little nurse, told me about it. She held me close and cried sadly, for she was afraid something bad would happen to me. And she thought it would be humiliating for me to be shown to the public for money.
She said that mother and farther had promised that I would be her. But now they were treating her like they had the year before when they had given her a lamb-as soon as it was fat, that sold it to a butcher.