But the fox replied, “Why art thou such a glutton?”

On the third day, when they were out together, and the wolf could only limp along painfully, he again said, “Red-fox, get me something to eat, or I will eat thee thyself.”

The fox answered, “I know a man who has been killing, and the salted meat is lying in a barrel in the cellar; we will get that.”

Said the wolf, “I will go when thou dost, that thou mayest help me if I am not able to get away.”

“I am willing,” said the fox, and showed him the bypaths and ways by which at length they reached the cellar.