ain the third day, the wolf limping along with
weariness, he said to the fox: "Get me something to eat now, or I will
devour you!"

The fox said he knew a man who had just killed a pig, and salted the
meat down in a cask in his cellar, and that they could get at it. The
wolf replied that he would go with him on condition that he helped him
if he could not escape. "Oh, of course I will, on mine own account!"
said the fox, and showed him the tricks and ways by which they could
get into the cellar. When they went in there was meat in abundance,
and the wolf was enraptured at the sight. The fox, too, had a taste,
but kept looking round while eating, and ran frequently to the hole
by which they had entered, to see if his body would slip through it
easily. Presently the wolf asked: "Why are you running about so,
you fox, jumping in and out?" "I want to see if any one is coming,"
replied the fox cunningly; "but mind you do not eat too much!"

The wolf said he would not leave till the cask was quite empty;
and meanwhile the peasant, who had heard the noise made by the fox,
entered the cellar. The fox, as soon as he saw him, made a spring,
and was through the hole in a jiffy; and the wolf tried to follow his
example, but he had eaten so much that his body was too big for the
opening, and he stuck fast. Then came the peasant with a cudgel, and
beat him sorely; but the fox leaped away into the forest, very glad to
get rid of the old glutton.

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DISCREET HANS

Hans's mother asked: "Whither are you going, Hans?" "To Grethel's,"
replied he. "Behave well, Hans." "I will take care; good-by, mother."
"Good-by, Hans."

Hans came to Grethel. "Good day," said he. "Good day," replied
Grethel, "what treasure do you bring to-day?" "I bring nothing.
Have you anything to give?" Grethel presented Hans with a needle.
"Good-by," said he. "Good-by, Hans." Hans took the needle, stuck it in
a load of hay, and walked home behind the wagon.

"Good evening, mother." "Good evening, Hans. Where have you been?" "To
Grethel's." "And what have you given her?" "Nothing; she has given me
something." "What has Grethel given you?" "A needle," said Hans. "And
where have you put it?" "In the load of hay." "Then you have behaved
stupidly, Hans; you should put needles on your coat-sleeve." "To
behave better, do nothing at all," thought Hans.

"Whither are you going, Hans?" "To Grethel's, mother." "Behave well