With big fast steps Fritzl hurried off to the garden.He gathered potatoes and onions,carrots and cabbages,beets and beans,turnips,parsley and celery.
"A little of everything,that will make a good soup,"said Fritzl as he went back to the house,his arms so full of vegetables that he could not even close the garden gate behind him.
He sat on a bench in the kitchen and began cutting and paring away.How the man did work,and how the peelings and parings did fly!
But now there was a great noise above him.Fritzl jumped to his feet.
"That cow,"he said,"she's sliding around right much up there on the roof.She might slip off and break her neck."
Up on the roof went Fritzl once more,this time with loops of heavy rope.Now listen carefully,and I will tell you what he did with it.He took one end of the rope and tied it around the cow's middle.The other end of the rope he dropped down the chimney and this he pulled through the fireplace in the kitchen below.
And then?And then he took the end of the rope which was hanging out of the fireplace and tied it around his own middle with a good tight knot.That's what he did.
"Oh yo!Oh ho!"he chuckled.
