Retold by Andrew Lang
ONCE upon a time there was a handsome black Spanish hen who had
brood of chickens. They were all fine, plump little birds except
youngest, who was quite unlike his brothers and sisters. Indeed,
was such a strange, queer-looking creature that when he first
his shell his mother could scarcely believe her eyes, he was so
different from the twelve other fluffy, downy, soft little chicks
nestled under her wings. This one looked just as if he had been
two. He had only one leg, and one wing, and one eye, and he had
head and half a beak. His mother shook her head sadly as she looked
him and said:
"My youngest born is only a half-chick. He can never grow
up a tall,
handsome cock like his brothers. They will go out into the world
rule over poultry yards of their own; but this poor little fellow
always have to stay at home with his mother." And she called
Pollito, which is Spanish for half-chick.
Now, though Medio Pollito was such an odd, helpless-looking little
thing, his mother soon found that he was not at all willing to
under her wing and protection. Indeed, in character he was as
his brothers and sisters as he was in appearance. They were good,
obedient chickens, and when the old hen chicked after them they
and ran back to her side. But Medio Pollito had a roving spirit
spite of his one leg, and when his mother called to him to return
the coop, he pretended that he could not hear, because he had
When she took the whole family out for a walk in the fields,
Pollito would hop away by himself and hide among the corn. Many
anxious minute his brothers and sisters had looking for him, while
mother ran to and fro cackling in fear and dismay.
As he grew older he became more self-willed and disobedient,
manner to his mother was often very rude and his temper to the
chickens very disagreeable.
One day he had been out for a longer expedition than usual in
fields. On his return he strutted up to his mother with the peculiar
little hop and kick which was his way of walking, and cocking
eye at her in a very bold way, he said:
"Mother, I am tired of this life in a dull f farmyard, with
a dreary maize-field to look at. I'm off to Madrid to see the
"To Madrid, Medio Pollito!" exclaimed his mother. "Why,
chick, it would be a long Journey for a grown-up cock, and a poor
little thing like you would be tired out before you had gone half
distance. No, no, stay at home with your mother, and some day,
you are bigger, we will go a little journey together."
But Medio Pollito had made up his mind, and he would not listen
mother's advice nor to the prayers and entreaties of his brothers
"What is the use of our all crowding each other up in this
place?" he said. "When I have a fine courtyard of my
own at the
king's palace, I shall perhaps ask some of you to come and pay
And scarcely waiting to say good-by to his family, away he stumped
the high road that led to Madrid.
"Be sure that you are kind and civil to every one you meet,"
mother, running after him; but he was in such a hurry to be off
did not wait to answer her or even to look back.
A little later in the day, as he was taking a short cut through
field, he passed a stream. Now, the stream was all choked up and
overgrown with weeds and water-plants, so that its waters could
"Oh! Medio Pollito," it cried as the half-chick hopped
banks, "do come and help me by clearing away these weeds."
"Help you, indeed!" exclaimed Medio Pollito, tossing
his head and
shaking the few feathers in his tail. "Do you think I have
do but to waste my time on such trifles? Help yourself and don't
trouble busy travelers. I am off to Madrid to see the king,"
hoppity-kick, hoppity-kick, away stumped Medio Pollito.
A little later he came to a fire that had been left by some gypsies
a wood. It was burning very low and would soon be out.
"Oh! Medio Pollito," cried the fire in a weak, wavering
voice as the
half-chick approached, "in a few minutes I shall go quite
you put some sticks and dry leaves upon me. Do help me or I shall
"Help you, indeed!" answered Medio Pollito. "I
have other things to
do. Gather sticks for yourself and don't trouble me. I am off
Madrid to see the king," and hoppity-kick, hoppity-kick,
The next morning, as he was getting near Madrid, he passed a
chestnut tree, in whose branches the wind was caught and entangled.
"Oh! Medio Pollito," called the wind, "do hop
up here and help me to
get free of these branches. I cannot come away and it is so
"It is your own fault for going there," answered Medio
can't waste all my morning stopping here to help you. Just shake
yourself off, and don't hinder me, for I am off to Madrid to see
king," and hoppity-kick, hoppity-kick, away stumped Medio
great glee, for the towers and roofs of Madrid were now in sight.
he entered the town he saw before him a great, splendid house,
soldiers standing before the gates. This he knew must be the king's
palace, and he determined to hop up to the front gate and wait
until the king came out. But as he was hopping past one of the
windows the king's cook saw him.
"Here is the very thing I want," he exclaimed, "for
the king has just
sent a message to say that he must have chicken broth for his
Opening the window he stretched out his arm, caught Medio Pollito,
popped him into the broth pot that was standing near the fire.
how wet and clammy the water felt as it went over Medio Pollito's
making his feathers cling to him.
"Water! water!" he cried in his despair, "do have
pity upon me and do
not wet me like this."
"Ah! Medio Pollito," replied the water, "you would
not help me when I
was a little stream away on the fields. Now you must be punished."
Then the fire began to burn and scald Medio Pollito, and he danced
hopped from one side of the pot to the other, trying to get away
the heat and crying out in pain:
"Fire! fire! do not scorch me like this; you can't think
"Ah! Medio Pollito," answered the fire, "you would
not help me when I
was dying away in the wood. You are being punished."
At last, just when the pain was so great that Medio Pollito thought
must die, the cook lifted up the lid of the pot to see if the
ready for the king's dinner.
"Look here!" he cried in horror, "this chicken
is quite useless. It is
burned to a cinder. I can't send it up to the royal table."
opening the window he threw Medio Pollito out in the street. But
wind caught him up and whirled him through the air so quickly
Medio Pollito could scarcely breathe, and his heart beat against
side till he thought it would break.
"Oh, wind I" at last he gasped out, "if you hurry
me along like this
you will kill me. Do let me rest a moment, or-"
But he was so breathless that he could not finish his sentence.
"Ah! Medio Pollito," replied the wind, "when I
was caught in the
branches of the chestnut tree you would not help me. Now you are
punished." And he swirled Medio Pollito over the roofs of
till they reached the highest church in the town, and there he
fastened to the top of the steeple.
And there stands Medio Pollito to this day. And if you go to
and walk through the streets till you come to the highest church,
will see Medio Pollito perched on his one leg on the steeple,
one wing drooping at his side and gazing sadly out of his one