Rita was a good cook. One day, her master ordered her to prepare a roast chicken, because he was having a guest to dinner. The girl did her best and roasted the chicken so well that your mouth watered just to look at it; and in fact, her mouth really did water.
'I must just taste it and make sure that I've added enough salt,' she said to herself and broke off a wing and ate it. 'It's absolutely delicious!' she congratulated herself: 'But if I leave only one wing, then the master will be bound to notice that one is missing. It would be better if I ate the other wing as well.' By the time she had practiced some more of this logic, there was nothing left of the chicken when the master returned. Rita, however, assured him: 'The chicken is ready. You can even begin to sharpen the carving knife.'
The guest arrived shortly after. 'Run away! Quickly!' Rita whispered to him. 'My master only invited you here in order to kill you. Can you not hear him sharpening his knife?' The guest did not wait to be told again but fled immediately as fast as he could.
'That was a strange person you invited for dinner!' she immediately went and complained to her master. 'Your guest came in, stole the chicken I had cooked, and then ran away!'
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