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 for the fire. At last they thought of a plan. The fire changed himself into ashes and then there was room for him to get into the basket. The little white hen journeyed on and on, and finally she arrived at the royal palace. "Who are you and what are you carrying in your little brown basket?" asked the royal doorkeeper when he opened the door. "I am the little white hen and I am carrying a letter to the king," replied the little white hen. She didn't say a word about the fox and the river and the fire which she had in her little brown basket. She was so frightened before the great royal doorkeeper of the palace that she could hardly find her voice at all.