Well, things went on as smoothly as though the wheels were greased, until by and by the fox grew hungry for a taste of honey again; and this time he had to go over yonder and see his aunt. Off he went to the storehouse, and there he ate all the honey he wanted, and then, after he had slept a bit in the sun, he went back home again.
“Well,” says Uncle Bear, “and did you see your aunt?”
“Oh, yes,” says the Great Red Fox, “I saw her.”
“And did she give you anything?” says Uncle Bear.
“Oh, yes, she gave me a trifle,” says the Great Red Fox.
“And what was it she gave you?” says Uncle Bear.
“Why, she gave me another part of a pot full, that was all,” says the Great Red Fox.
“Dear, dear! but that is a queer thing to give,” says Uncle Bear.
By and by the Great Red Fox was thinking of honey again, and now it was a christening he had to go to. Off he went to the pot of honey, and this time he finished it all and licked the pot into the bargain.
And had everything gone smoothly at the christening? That was what Uncle Bear wanted to know.