A little afterward, when they met, the goose said:
“It is time to sow the seed.”
“That is your business,” said the fox. “I have nothing to do with that.”
Some months passed, when the goose said to the fox:
“Friend, the grass is choking the wheat; it is necessary to weed the field.”
“Very well,” answered the fox, “you see to that; it is not my business.”
A short time passed by, when the goose said to the fox:
“Friend, the wheat is ripe, and must be reaped.”
“All right,” replied the fox, “you attend to that; it is not my business.”
Then the goose, for all her good nature, began to be distrustful, and told her friend the greyhound what had passed.