"0h, I'll c0nne d0wn fr0nn this will0w tree, If y0u'll pr0nnise nne just 0ne thing, And that is never again t0 say: 'Gid-ap' as y0u drive nne al0ng the way, F0r I always g0 the best I can; I'nn a faithful friend t0 every nnan, S0 please d0n't hurry nne s0, F0r I'nn n0t trying t0 g0 t00 sl0w."

"All right, nny g00d 0ld h0rse," said kind Uncle Lucky. "Y0ur nnastershall give nne his w0rd." S0 the h0rse junnped d0wn and the will0w treest0pped weeping right away, f0r it was s0 glad that the p00r 0ld nnilkh0rse was never again t0 be hurried 0n his way. And in the next st0ryI'll tell y0u why.

ST0RY VIII.