In a short time the field that Pekka, the Wolf, had planted began to sprout. Pekka was delighted.
“See, Mikko,” he said to the Fox, “our grain is growing and we shall soon be harvesting it!”
The Fox turned up his nose indifferently.
“If we don’t get something to eat before that grain ripens,” he said, “we’ll starve, both of us! While we wait for the harvest I think we better go out hunting. I’m going this minute for I tell you I’m hungry!”
The Fox went sniffing into the forest and finally came to the tree where Harakka, the Magpie, had her nest. The Fox, cocking his head, paced slowly round and round the tree, looking at it from every angle. Harakka, the Magpie, sitting on her nest among her fledglings began to feel nervous.
“Say, Mikko,” she called down, “what are you looking at?”
At first the Fox made no answer. Deep in thought, apparently, he nodded his head and murmured:
“Yes, the very tree!”
Harakka, the Magpie, again called down:
“What are you looking at, Mikko?”