In deep dejection the Cock sighed, “Ah, where shall I find anything?”
However, he sallied forth sturdily, and in the forest he met Isegrim. The Wolf said to him, “Whither away, my fine fellow?”
“Oh, I’m going out into the world to seek my fortune!”
“May I go with you?”
“Not another word; be my comrade.”
So the two travelled up and down the world until Isegrim was too tired to go another step, and the Cock said to him:
“Well, dear uncle, can’t you walk farther than this?”
“Alas, no!” said the Wolf.
“Then slip yourself into me.”
In a trice Isegrim was in the body of the Cock, who went on, quite at his ease.