“To flay off your skin, that I may make me a warm cap against the winter.”
“Oh! Don’t flay me, daddy dear, and I’ll bring you a whole herd of little sheep.”
“Well, see that you do it,” and he let the wolf go.
Then he sat down, and began sharpening his knife again. The fox put out her little snout, and asked him:
“Be so kind, dear daddy, and tell me why you are sharpening your knife?”
“Little foxes,” said the old man, “have nice skins that do capitally for collars and trimmings, and I want to skin you!”
“Oh! Don’t take my skin away, daddy dear, and I will bring you hens and geese.”
“Very well, see that you do it!” and he let the fox go.
The hare now alone remained, and the old man began sharpening his knife on the hare’s account.
“Why do you do that?” asked puss, and he replied: