“But I must go,” the Fox insisted. “They’ve been good neighbors to us and they’d be insulted if I refused.”
“Very well,” the Wolf said, “if you feel that way about it you better go. But hurry back for we have a lot to do.”
So the Fox trotted off but he got no farther than the spring where the butter crocks were cooling. He took the Wolf’s crock and licked off the top layer of butter. Then after a while he went back to the clearing.
“Well, Mikko,” the Wolf said, “is the christening over?”
“Yes, it’s over.”
“What did they name the child?”
“They named it Top.”
“Top? That’s a strange name!”
In a few moments the Fox again ran off and returned with the announcement that there was to be another christening at the Farm and again they wanted him to attend.
“Another christening!” the Wolf exclaimed. “How can that be?”