See, here I have my little
work-bag, and in it there is
a pair of scissors, and a
little thimble, and a needle
and thread. Very soon you
will see what I am going
to do.”
Now the sun was very hot,
and soon Mr. Fox began to
feel his sack was heavy,
and at last he thought he
would lie down under a
tree and go to sleep for
a little while.
So he threw the sack down
with a big bump, and very
soon fell fast asleep.
Snore, snore, snore, went
the Fox.
As soon as the little Red
Hen heard this, she took
out her scissors, and began
to snip a hole in the sack,
just large enough for the
Mouse to creep through.
“Quick,” she whispered to
the Mouse, “run as fast as you
can and bring back a stone
just as large as yourself.”
