“I’ve outrun an old man, an old woman, a little boy, two well diggers, and a bear, and I can outrun you, too-o-o!”
“You can, can you?” snarled the wolf; “we’ll see about that!”
And he set into a gallop after Johnny Cake, who went on so fast that the wolf saw there was no hope of overtaking him, and he, too, lay down to rest.
On ran Johnny Cake. By and by he came to a fox that lay quietly in a corner of the fence.
“Where are you going, Johnny Cake?” called the fox, in a sharp voice, but without getting up.
“I’ve outrun an old man, an old woman, a little boy, two well diggers, a bear, and a wolf, and I can outrun you, too-o-o!”
“I can’t quite hear you, Johnny Cake; won’t you come a little closer?” said the fox.
Johnny Cake went a little nearer to the fox and called out in a very loud voice:
“I’ve outrun an old man, an old woman, a little boy, two well diggers, a bear, and a wolf, and I can outrun you, too-o-o!”
“Can’t quite hear you; won’t you come a little closer?” said the fox, in a feeble voice, as he put one paw behind his ear.