Crafticus then told his plan, and Purrier agreed and went out to meet the goose, while the fox lay down in a low broad box, as if fast asleep.
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"Hail, Stupidify, lovely fat goose," cried Furrier, when he met her and saw her by the light of the moon.
"Joy be with you, dear sooty cat."
"Has Crafticus provided any food for you to-day?"
"Not a single speck, and I have been searching till now and have scarcely got any—this place is new to me, as you know."
"Oh my poor dear goose, how sorry I am."
And hearing this she sat down and screamed.
"Arise and assert your rights," said Purrier, "and I will help you. Let us go together to Crafticus, and if he be as careless about your bed as about your food, you just scream and scream till you get what you want."
So they went along side by side, and when they entered the barn and looked into the box, Crafticus appeared to be in a deep sleep, but he was only pretending.