A fox and a goose were very great friends. The goose was a very honest and industrious bird, and one day said to the fox: "Friend fox, I own some land here. If you would care to join me, we will cultivate it together."
"That would please me greatly," the fox answered.
"Then we will have to till it together when the season for it comes," said the goose.
"Very well," answered the fox.
A little afterward, when they met again, the goose said, "It's time to sow the seed."
"That's your business," said the fox. "I have nothing to do with that."
Some months passed, and then thegoose said to the fox: "Friencl, the grass is choking the wheat. It is necessary to weed the field."
"Very well," answered the fox. "You see to that; it isn't my business."
A short time passed by, and then the goose said to the fox: "Friend, the wheat it ripe and must be reaped."
"All right," answered the fox. "You attend to that; it isn't my business."
Then the goose, for all its good nature, began to be distrustful and told its friend the greyhound what had passed. The greyhound was shrewd, and saw at once that the fox was about to play one of its tricks on the good-natured goose, so he told the goose:
"Reap the wheat; put it in the barn and hide me in a sheaf of corn leaving one of my eyes uncovered so that I may see everything that happens."
The goose did as the greyhound had said. After a time the fox came, for he saw the barn had been n filled with splendid wheat and the wheat was already thrashed. The fox was very delighted and sang while it danced about:
As the fox sang this, it came close to the sheaf the greyhound was hidden in. Then the fox say an eye among the straw. He said: "Ah, a grape!"
At that moment the greyhound leaped out of its hiding-place and killed the fox.
[Retold from Lee.]