"thou, our king?" cried the birds angrily. "thou hast compassed it by trick and cunning!" so they made another condition. he should be king who could go down lowest in the ground. how the goose did flap about with its broad breast when it was once more on the land! how quickly the cock scratched a hole! the duck came off the worst of all, for she leapt into a ditch, but sprained her legs, and waddled away to a neighboring pond, crying, "cheating, cheating!" the little bird without a name, however, sought out a mouse-hole, slipped down into it, and cried out of it with his small voice, "i am king! i am king!"