Previously in this series. The roosters crowed and the hens clucked; the farmer's wife began to prepare breakfast, and the four children slept on. Dinner time came and went, and still they slept, for it must be remembered that they had been awake and walking during the whole night. The roosters and the hens grew old and died, as did the farmer's wife and eventually her farmer. The children of those first hens and roosters moved into the main house and took a turn at raising farmers and farmers' wives. They were clumsy about it at first, and made a great many messes in the kitchen, but hens are naturally tidy creatures, and dashed about pecking up whatever they spilled until eventually the kitchen floor looked every bit as clean as when the farmer's wife had tended to it herself.