“Gossip,” said the Fox, “I am a butcher.”
“Then show me your teeth, Master,” said the Hedgehog.
Reinecke showed his teeth, but the Hedgehog told him they were not sharp enough, and went on his way.
After a while he met a Wolf, who asked him, “Whither away, Gossip?”
“To seek a butcher,” said the Hedgehog.
“I am a butcher, sure enough,” said the Wolf.
“Then show me your tools.”
Isegrim showed his teeth, and the Hedgehog, well pleased, said to him, “Follow me, then.”
The Wolf followed him, and they came to the dead Stag. In a trice the Wolf had torn him in pieces, and inviting all his kindred to the feast, he gave each of them a fine morsel, and kept a whole leg for himself, without the least consideration for the Hedgehog.
“Well, and what am I to get?” asked the Hedgehog, quite vexed; and the Wolf replied, “The entrails.”