A little farther on she met a Fox. “Where are you going?” asked he.
“Oh, I’m only going to hire a shepherd,” answered the woman.
“Will you take me for a shepherd?” asked the Fox.
“Yes, provided you can but call the sheep properly,” replied the woman.
“Dil—dal—holom!” cried the Fox in a pretty, proper tone.
“Yes, I will hire you,” said the woman; and she took him for a shepherd to watch over the cattle.
The first day, on driving the cattle to the meadows, the Fox ate up all the goats. On the second day he made a dainty meal upon the sheep, and on the third day it was the turn for the cows to be eaten.
On returning home in the evening, the woman asked him where he had left the cattle. “Their heads are in the brook, and their bones are in the bushes,” replied the Fox. The farmer’s wife was just then at the butter-tub, busy making butter; still, she wanted to go and see for herself how things stood. While she went to look, the Fox put his head into the butter-tub and drank up all the cream.
When the woman came back and saw what he had done, she was so exasperated that she seized a clot of cream that still remained in the tub and flung it at the Fox, so that it made a spot upon his tail. And this is the reason why the Fox’s tail has a white tip.