The dwarfs were obliged to acknowledge that their expedition had failed; and they were so heartily ashamed of this attempt at warfare that they told Bron he might arrange the affair with the giants according to his best wisdom, and they would faithfully do as he bade them.
Bron pondered over the matter for several days. He thought of a great many stratagems for conquering the giants, but dismissed them from his mind one after another. A giant was a very unwieldy object to manage. At last he made up his mind he would consult a very cunning fox, who lived near.
THE FLIGHT OF THE KOBOLDS.
The fox said to him; “You know that turkeys roost on trees?”
“Yes,” said Bron, wondering what that had to do with the matter.
“And you know that foxes can’t climb trees?”
“Yes.”
“Did you never observe that I can get a turkey whenever I want one?”
“Yes.”