He was hungry for the honey, was the Great Red Fox. “See, now,” said he, “I am sick to-day, and I will just go and see the Master Doctor over yonder.”
But it was not the doctor he went to; no, off he marched to the storehouse, and there he ate part of the honey. After that he laid out in the sun and toasted his skin, for that is pleasant after a great dinner.
By and by he went home again.
“Well,” says Uncle Bear, “and how do you feel now?”
“Oh, well enough,” says the Great Red Fox.
“And was the medicine bitter?” says Uncle Bear.
“Oh, no, it was good enough,” says the Great Red Fox.
“And how much did the doctor give you?” says Uncle Bear.
“Oh, about one part of a pot full,” says the Red Fox.
Dear, dear! thinks Uncle Bear, that is a great deal of medicine to take, for sure and certain.