"This," she said, stopping before the hollow tree, "is my larder. You must take pot-luck, for I'm sure I don't know what there is in it. Still, it is seldom empty."
The wolf tried to poke his nose in, but he was stopped by the tortoise.
"They have rolled a stone at the door," said the wolf.
"So they have; but we can cast it aside," quoth the vixen.
They tried to push the tortoise aside; but he clung to the sides of the tree with his claws, so that it was impossible to remove him.
"Let's get over the stone," said the wolf.
They did their best to get over the tortoise, but they were met by the hedgehog.
"They've blocked up the place with brambles and thorns," said the vixen.
"So they have," replied the wolf.
"What's to be done?" asked the one.