"Ah, Reynard, may I relieve you, then? May I hope to get a pension, and other privileges? You know what a sad lot is mine, especially in winter."
"Certainly," said the Fox, "but you must get a long rope, that I may come up and let you down."
So the Wolf got a rope. Up came the Fox, and down went the Wolf; when the former observed, with a laugh, "My dear sir, you may remain there till doomsday, or till the owner of the well throws up your carcass," and left the place.
"Alas!" said the Wolf, when it was too late, "greed hath its meed!"
The Fawn and the Little Tiger
A Fawn met a little Tiger, and said: "What fine stripes you have!"
The little Tiger said: "What fine spots you have!"
Then the Fawn said: "It would be such a nice thing if you and I were to live together as friends. We might then roam through the woods as we like, and be so happy!"
"I think so too," said the Tiger.
The two joined hands, and went out for a long walk. It was breakfast time. The Fawn saw some fine grass in the lawn, and said to himself: "One should first see his friend fed and then feed." So he turned to the Tiger and said, "Will you have some of this fine grass for your breakfast?"