TRUYỆN CỔ ANDERSEN - Trang 871

money-pig could be thinking. His thoughts were on, as he supposed, a very
distant time-of making his will, and of his burial, and of when it might all
come to pass. Certainly sooner than he expected-for all at once down he
came from the top of the press, fell on the ground, and was broken to
pieces. Then the pennies hopped and danced about in the most amusing
manner. The little ones twirled round like tops, and the large ones rolled
away as far as they could, especially the one great silver crown piece who
had often to go out into the world, and now he had his wish as well as all
the rest of the money. The pieces of the money-pig were thrown into the
dust-bin, and the next day there stood a new money-pig on the cupboard,
but it had not a farthing in its inside yet, and therefore, like the old one, it
could not rattle. This was the beginning with him, and we will make it the
end of our story.