"All right, but it is very disturbing," replied the fox, and he rose up and let the goose sit down.
"It is just as I felt with my beak, it is the warmest spot, and you can't deny it. Now, I want my share of it."
"You won't get it, your request is absurd," and he pushed her aside. Then he lay down and buried his eyes in his tail, as if trying to sleep.
Stupidify looked as if she might give in.
"Demand your rights," cried Purrier, in a shrill menacing voice; "the king is on your side," he added, with an emphatic yell.
"I want my rights," cried the goose, encouraged to quarrelsomeness, and she bit Crafticus on the ear.
"Stupidify," said the fox, slowly raising his head, "you are breaking my rest. Don't you know that I have to run in the king's chamois chase to-morrow, and that I need all the sleep I can get?"
"The king is my friend," answered the goose with a chuckle and a stubborn look.
"Do let me alone," rejoined the fox, as he buried his face again in his tail. But it was no use.
"I want my rights, I want my rights," screamed the goose, and she went on demanding them or scolding and hissing every now and then till midnight.