But after drinking the nalívka, the Wolf grew merrier than ever.
'You can do as you like,' said he; 'but now I am going to sing.' He lifted up his muzzle, and such a howl as he set up under the table!
Every one was terrified. Some ran right out of the cottage, some caught up sticks and spades and wanted to kill the Wolf there and then. Browny, seeing that it was a bad job, flew at his friend as if to strangle him. Then the host called out to his guests: 'Don't hit the Wolf, or you will kill my Browny. Let them alone; Browny will settle the Wolf by himself.'
The dog, meanwhile, struggling and pretending to bite, managed to get his friend first out of the cottage, then out of the garden and right across the fields. Then he stopped.
'There, brother,' said he to the Wolf; 'you did me a good turn, and I've done you one. Good-bye!'
'Thank you!' said the Wolf. 'Good luck to you!'
And so they parted.
