Ha, ha! Jacob's chickens will think you are Jacob. Now go! Go and eat Jacob's chickens.
(The Fox goes.)
Ah, this is fine! I do not like Jacob. I do not like Jacob's chickens. I am glad the fox will eat them. Ha, ha, ha!
[Peter enters the mill. Soon his WIFE comes running.]
WIFE. Peter! Peter! Come out! Come out! Peter!
[PETER comes running from the mill.]
PETER. What is it? What is it?
WIFE. The fox has killed your chickens!
PETER. Oh, no! He has killed Jacob's chickens, dear wife. Ha, ha, ha!
WIFE. No, no! He has killed your chickens! They lie there on the grass. Look and you will see them.