The greyhound, who was very shrewd, saw at once that the fox was going to play off one of his tricks upon the goose’s good nature, and said to her:
“Reap the wheat; put it in the barn, and hide me in a sheaf of corn, without leaving more than one eye uncovered, so that I may see all that may happen.”
The goose did as the greyhound had said, and after a time the fox arrived, and when he saw the barn filled with splendid wheat already thrashed, he was very delighted, and, dancing about, sang:
“Lió, lió,
The straw and wheat are mine!
Lió, lió,
The straw and wheat are mine!”
As he said this, he approached the sheaf in which the greyhound was concealed, and on seeing the eye among the straw, cried:
“Ah, there’s a grape!”
“But it is not ripe,” replied the greyhound, as he leaped out of his hiding place, and killed the fox.