The Fox pretended to work hard for a few minutes, then threw himself down exhausted.
“Wake up, Pekka! Wake up! There’s butter running out of your nose!”
“Heigh ho!” he said, with a yawn, “I’m so tired and hungry it must be dinner time!”
The Wolf looked at the sun and said:
“Yes, I think we had better rest now and eat.”
So they went to the spring and got their butter crocks. The Wolf found that his had already been licked clean.
“Mikko!” he cried, “have you been at my butter?”