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The she-wolf gave birth to a cub and sent for the fox to be its godfather. “He is a close relation of ours, after all,” she said, “and has good sense and a great deal of skill. He can teach my little son and help him make his way in the world.” The fox duly appeared, looking most respectable, and said, “My dear fellow godparent, I thank you for the honor you have shown me, and I shall do my best to give you every reason to be pleased.” At the feast he ate heartily and made merry. Afterwards he said, “My dear fellow godparent, it is our duty to care for the little one. You must have nourishing food so that he, too, may grow strong. I know a sheepfold where we can easily fetch ourselves a fine morsel.” This was music to the she-wolf’s ears, and she went out with the fox to the farm. He pointed out the sheepfold from a distance and said, “You will be able to creep in there unseen. Meanwhile, I shall look about on the other side and see whether I can catch a little chicken.” But instead of going there, he settled down at the edge of the forest, stretched out his legs, and rested. The she-wolf crept into the sheepfold, but a dog was lying there and raised such a clamor that the farmers came running, caught her, and poured a strong lye made from wood ashes over her fur. At last she managed to escape and dragged herself away. There lay the fox, putting on a pitiful air. “Oh, my dear fellow godparent,” he said, “what a terrible time I have had! The farmers set upon me and battered every limb in my body. Unless you mean to leave me lying here to perish, you must carry me away.” The she-wolf could barely hobble along herself, but she was so concerned for the fox that she took him on her back and slowly carried her perfectly sound and healthy fellow godparent all the way to her house. Then he called out to her, “Farewell, my dear fellow godparent, and may you enjoy your roast!” He laughed heartily at her and bounded away.