In front of the house was a great stone trough, so she said to the child, “Take the pail, Redcap; I made some sausages yesterday, so carry the water in which I boiled them to the trough.” Redcap carried until the great trough was quite full. Then the smell of the sausages reached the wolf, and he sniffed and peeped down, and at last stretched out his neck so far that he could no longer keep his footing and began to slip, and slipped down from the roof straight into the great trough, and was drowned. But Redcap went joyously home, and never did anything to harm anyone.