"
"Can't I though!" said the cock, and stood on one leg, and winked both
his eyes and crowed. But Reynard caught hold of him, took him by the
throat, and threw him on his back, so that he was off to the wood before
he had crowed his crow out, as fast as Reynard could lay legs to the
ground.
When they had come under an old spruce fir, Reynard threw the cock on
the ground, and set his paw on his breast, and was going to take a bite:
"You are a heathen, Reynard!" said the cock. "Good Christians say grace
before they eat."
But Reynard would be no heathen, no indeed. So he let go his hold, and
was about to fold his paws over his breast, and say grace--but pop! up
flew the cock into a tree.
"You shan't get off for all that," said Reynard to himself. So he went
away, and came again with a few chips which the woodcutters had left.
The cock peeped and peered to see what they could be.
"What is that you have there?" he asked.
"These are letters I have just got," said Reynard, "won't you help me to
read them, for I don't know how to read writing."
"I'd be so happy, but I dare not read them now," said the cock, "for
here comes a hunter--I see him, I see him with his pouch and gun."
When Reynard heard the cock chattering about a hunter, he took to his
heels as fast as he could.
BRUIN AND REYNARD PARTNERS
Once on a time Bruin and Reynard owned a field in common.
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