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The wolf kept the fox with him, and whatever the wolf wanted, the fox had to do, for he was the weaker of the two. The fox would gladly have been rid of his master. One day, as they were walking through the forest, the wolf said, "Red Fox, find me something to eat, or I shall eat you up myself." The fox answered, "I know a farm where there are a couple of young lambs. If you like, we can go and fetch one." This suited the wolf, so they went there, and the fox stole a little lamb, brought it to the wolf, and made himself scarce. The wolf ate it up, but he was still not satisfied and wanted the other one as well, so he went to fetch it. But he went about it so clumsily that the lamb's mother noticed him and began bleating and crying out so terribly that the farmers came running. They found the wolf and gave him such a dreadful beating that he came back to the fox limping and howling. "You've led me into a fine mess," he said. "I went to fetch the other lamb, and the farmers caught me and beat me black and blue." The fox answered, "Why are you such a glutton?"

The next day they went out into the fields again, and once more the greedy wolf said, "Red Fox, find me something to eat, or I shall eat you up myself." The fox answered, "I know a farmhouse where the farmer's wife is making pancakes this evening. Let us go and get some." They went there, and the fox crept around the house, peering and sniffing until he discovered where the dish stood. Then he pulled down six pancakes and brought them to the wolf. "There is something for you to eat," he said, and went on his way. The wolf swallowed the pancakes in an instant and said, "Those leave me wanting more." He went back and pulled down the whole dish, which shattered into pieces. This made such a tremendous clatter that the woman came out, and when she saw the wolf, she called the others. They hurried over and beat him with all their might, until he came back to the fox in the forest, howling loudly and lame in both legs. "What a nasty trap you've led me into!" he cried. "The farmers caught me and tanned my hide." But the fox answered, "Why are you such a glutton?"

On the third day, when they were out together and the wolf could scarcely limp along, he nevertheless said again, "Red Fox, find me something to eat, or I shall eat you up myself." The fox answered, "I know a man who has slaughtered an animal, and the salted meat is lying in a barrel in his cellar. Let us go and get it." The wolf said, "But this time I shall go with you from the start, so you can help me if I cannot get away." "As you please," said the fox, and showed him the secret paths and passages by which they finally reached the cellar. There was meat in abundance, and the wolf set to work at once, thinking, "There is no hurry to stop." The fox, too, enjoyed his meal, but kept looking about him and often ran to the hole through which they had entered to see whether his body was still slim enough to slip through. The wolf said, "Dear Fox, tell me, why do you keep running to and fro, jumping in and out?" "I must keep watch to see whether anyone is coming," answered the cunning fox. "Only don't eat too much." The wolf said, "I shall not leave until the barrel is empty." Just then the farmer, who had heard the noise of the fox's leaping about, came into the cellar. As soon as the fox saw him, he sprang through the hole in a single bound. The wolf tried to follow, but he had eaten himself so fat that he could no longer squeeze through and became stuck. Then the farmer came with a cudgel and beat him to death. But the fox bounded away into the forest, glad to be rid of the old glutton.