“Dear, dear,” he said, rubbing
his eyes and then looking at
the long shadows on the grass,
“how late it is getting. I must
hurry home.”
So the bad Fox went
grumbling and groaning
down the hill
till he came to the
stream.
Splash! In went one foot.
Splash! In went the other,
but the stones in the sack
were so heavy that at the
very next step down tumbled
Mr. Fox into a deep pool.
And then the fishes carried
him off to their fairy caves
and kept him a prisoner there,
so he was never seen again.
And the four greedy
little foxes had to go
to bed without any
supper.
