He brought his spade and shovel, and he made a hole, and he asked the old white horse to go down into it so that he could see if it would fit him. The white horse went down into the hole, but when he tried to come up again, he was not able.
"Make a place for me now," said the white horse, "by which I can come up out of the hole here, whenever I am hungry."
"I will not," said the tailor; "remain where you are until I come back, and I'll lift you up."
The tailor went forward next day, and the fox met him.
"God save you," said the fox.
"God save you," said the tailor.
"Where are you going?" said the fox.
"I'm going to Dublin, to try to make a court for the king."
"Would you make a place for me where I can hide?" said the fox. "The rest of the foxes are always beating me, and they will not allow me to eat anything with them."
"I'll do that for you," said the tailor.