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 410 "Don't you believe then that I was bidden to barsel, to a christening feast."

"So, so," said the Bear, "and pray what was the bairn's name."

"Just-begun," said the Fox.

So they lay down to sleep again. In a little while up jumped the Fox again, bawled out "yes," and ran off to the firkin.

This time, too, he ate a good lump. When he came back, and the Bear asked him again where he had been, he said,—

"Oh wasn't I bidden to barsel again, don't you think."

"And pray what was the bairn's name this time," asked the Bear.

"Half-eaten," said the Fox.

The Bear thought that a very queer name, but he hadn't wondered long over it before he began to yawn and gape, and fell asleep. Well, he hadn't lain long before the Fox jumped up as he had done twice before, bawled out "yes," and ran off to the firkin, which this time he cleared right out. When he got back he had been bidden to barsel again, and when the Bear wanted to know the bairn's name he answered,—

"Licked-to-the-bottom."

After that they lay down again, and slept a long time; but then they were to go to the firkin to look at the butter, and when they found it eaten up, the Bear threw the blame on the Fox, and the Fox on the Bear; and each said the one had been at the firkin while the other slept.

"Well, well," said Reynard, "we'll soon find this out, which of us has eaten the butter. We'll just lay down in the sunshine, and he whose cheeks and chaps are greasiest when we wake, he is the thief."