If we return—the clown will watch us;
And, hang the dog, he’ll surely catch us:
In ambush he will watch our waters,
Or else with dogs beat up our quarters.”
This said, each fox himself obey’d,
Pursu’d the scheme that he had laid.
The younger one fell to the meat;—
And died o’ercharg’d with what he eat.
The old one, as with joy next morning,
To his hid spoil he was returning,