And the blackbird answered. “Yes.” “And you got me a drink?” “Yes.” “And you pulled me out of the hole?” “Yes.” “Well then,” said the fox, “now make me laugh!” At that the blackbird began to fret and to worry: how should he make the fox laugh? At last he said: “Very well, I'll tell you what I'll do.”
“I'll fly into the village, and you run after me.” So they agreed to do that, and the blackbird flew off into the village and perched on the gate of a rich peasant's house, while the fox lay down under the gateway. Then the blackbird began to sing: “Mistress, Mistress, bring a lump of fat! Mistress, Mistress, bring a lump of fat!” And the fox said: “That's fine, let's have it again!”
So the blackbird began once more: “Mistress, Mistress, bring a lump of fat! Mistress, Mistress, bring a lump of fat!”
Suddenly from under the gate a dog said angrily: “Wow-wow!” and the fox took to his heels and hopped it into the forest as quick as he could!
