“What shall we do?” said one little pig, with a mournful squeak.

“Ah! yes; what shall we do?” said another little pig, with a subdued yell.

“Do!” cried the little pig who was so impudent to the fox when it first arrived. “I vote that we catch the fox and hang it, or stick it on the pitch-fork; and nobody could do it better than yourself, mamma.” The little pig uttered a passionate squeal, and wriggled its tail violently. But the old sow gave a grunt, and said that they who chose might catch the fox, but, for her part, she would have nothing to do with it.

Now, when the fox recovered from the blow on the snout he looked about for the gray goose, and soon spied her hiding in a corner. “Aha! Madam Goose, you are there, are you? And by your leave I’ll carry you off to my den O! whether you will or not.” So saying, Mister Fox made another rush at the grey goose, caught her by the sleeve, and tossed her up in the air. Then, when she came down, he worried her to death. At sight of this the black duck became so enraged that she could not help quacking forth her anger. “Ho! ho! madame!” said the fox, “I think I must take you also. So come along.”