After that the three travellers passed by a yard and a rooster was perched on the barn crowing with all his might. »Your cries are enough to pierce bone and marrow,« said the donkey; »what is the matter?«—»I have foretold good weather for Lady-day, so that all the shirts may be washed and dried, and now on Sunday morning company is coming and the mistress has told the cook that I must be made into soup, and this evening my neck is to be wrung so that I am crowing with all my might while I can.«—»You had much better go with us, Chanticleer,« said the donkey. »We are going to Bremen. At any rate that will be better than dying. You have a powerful voice and when we are all performing together it will have a very good effect.« So the rooster consented and they went on all four together.