But Reynard said, “Not I, Boots; I’ll not dull my teeth on old Hairlock’s skin, for I hunt to-night. Another time, Boots, another time.”
And Boots went back and told his mother what Reynard had said.
“Then go to Greylegs, the wolf, Boots,” said his mother, “and tell him to bark at naughty Hairlock.”
So Boots ran to Greylegs the wolf, and he said:
“Good Greylegs, bark at my nanny goat, Hairlock, who stands on the top of yonder crag, and will not come home to be milked.”
But Greylegs said, “Some other time, Boots, some other time. The night is cold. I must stay at home and sleep and cover my cubs.”
And Boots went back and told his mother what Greylegs had said.
“Then go to Bruin, the bear,” said his mother, “and bid him chase naughty Hairlock.”
So Boots ran to Bruin, the bear, and he said:
“Good Bruin, chase my nanny goat, Hairlock, who stands on the top of yonder crag, and will not come home to be milked.”