The otter returned to join his guest;
But guess his surprise when he reached the spot;
Where the fox had been—the fox was not,
And nought of the salmon that could be seen
But some silvery scales where the salmon had been!
The otter but said, “’Tis my belief
My cousin the fox should be hanged for a thief;
He’ll never again make me his tool,
For myself alone I’ll haunt the pool.”