Budulinek wouldn't open the door. He took his bowl of peas and went
to the window and ate them there where Lishka could see him.

[Illustration: _An organ-grinder began playing in front of Granny's
cottage_]

"Oh, Budulinek!" Lishka begged. "You know me! Please open the door!
This time I promise you I'll give you a ride on my tail! Truly I will!"

She just begged and begged until at last Budulinek opened the door. Then
Lishka jumped into the room and do you know what she did? She put her
nose right into the bowl of peas and gobbled them all up!

Then she said to Budulinek:

"Now get on my tail and I'll give you a ride!"

So Budulinek climbed on Lishka's tail and Lishka went running around the
room faster and faster until Budulinek was dizzy and just had to hold on
with all his might.

Then, before Budulinek knew what was happening, Lishka slipped out of
the house and ran swiftly off into the forest, home to her hole, with
Budulinek still on her tail! She hid Budulinek down in her hole with her
own three children and she wouldn't let him out. He had to stay there
with the three little foxes and they all teased him and bit him. And
then wasn't he sorry he had disobeyed his Granny! And, oh, how he cried!

When Granny came home she found the door open and no little Budulinek
anywhere. She looked high and low, but no, there was no little
Budulinek. She asked every one she met had they seen her little
Budulinek, but nobody had. So poor Granny just cried and cried, she was
so lonely and sad.

One day an organ-grinder with a wooden leg began playing in front of
Granny's cottage. The music made her think of Budulinek.

"Organ-grinder," Granny said, "here's a penny for you. But, please,
don't play any more. Your music makes me cry."

"Why does it make you cry?" the organ-grinder asked.

"Because it reminds me of Budulinek," Granny said, and she told the
organ-grinder all about Budulinek and how somebody had stolen him away.

The organ-grinder said:

"Poor Granny! I tell you what I'll do: as I go around and play my organ
I'll keep my eyes open for Budulinek. If I find him I'll bring him back
to you."

"Will you?" Granny cried. "If you bring me back my little Budulinek I'll
give you a measure of rye and a measure of millet and a measure of poppy
seed and a measure of everything in the house!"

So the organ-grinder went off and everywhere he played his organ he
looked for Budulinek. But he couldn't find him.

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