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"Mikko!" he cried, "have you been at my b.u.t.ter?"
"Me?" the Fox said in a tone of great innocence. "How could I have been at your b.u.t.ter when you know perfectly well that I've been working right beside you all morning except when I was away at the christenings? You must have eaten up your b.u.t.ter yourself!"
"Of course I haven't eaten it up myself!" the Wolf declared. "I just bet anything you took it!"
The Fox pretended to be much aggrieved.
"Pekka, I won't have you saying such a thing! We must get at the bottom of this! I tell you what we'll do: we'll both lie down in the sun and the heat of the sun will melt the b.u.t.ter and make it run. Now then, if b.u.t.ter runs out of my nose then I'm the one that has eaten your b.u.t.ter; if it runs out of your nose, then you've eaten it yourself. Do you agree to this test?"
The Wolf said, yes, he agreed, and at once lay down in the sun. He had been working so hard that he was very tired and in a few moments he was sound asleep. Thereupon the Fox slipped over and daubed a little lump of b.u.t.ter on the end of his nose. The sun melted the b.u.t.ter and then, of course, it looked as if it were running out of the Wolf's nose.
"Wake up, Pekka! Wake up!" the Fox cried. "There's b.u.t.ter running out of your nose!"
The Wolf awoke and felt his nose with his tongue.
"Why, Mikko," he said in surprise, "so there is! Well, I suppose I must have eaten that b.u.t.ter myself but I give you my word for it I don't remember doing it!"
"Well," said the Fox, pretending still to feel hurt, "you shouldn't always suspect me."
When they went back to the clearing, the Wolf began pulling the brush together to burn it up and the Fox slipped away and lay down behind some brushes.
"Mikko! Mikko!" the Wolf called. "Aren't you going to help me burn the brush?"
"You set it a-fire," the Fox called back, "and I'll stay here to guard against any flying sparks. We don't want to burn down the whole forest!"
So the Wolf burned up all the brush while the Fox took a pleasant nap.
Then when he was ready to plant the seed in the rich wood ashes, the Wolf again called out to the Fox to come help him.
"You do the planting, Pekka," the Fox called back, "and I'll stay here and frighten off the birds. If I don't they'll come and pick up every seed you plant."
So Mikko, the rascal, took another nap while the poor Wolf planted the field he had already cleared and burned.
[Decoration]
ADVENTURE III
THE FOX AND THE CROW
[Decoration]
In a short time the field that Pekka, the Wolf, had planted began to sprout. Pekka was delighted.
"See, Mikko," he said to the Fox, "our grain is growing and we shall soon be harvesting it!"
The Fox turned up his nose indifferently.
"If we don't get something to eat before that grain ripens," he said, "we'll starve, both of us! While we wait for the harvest I think we better go out hunting. I'm going this minute for I tell you I'm hungry!"
The Fox went sniffing into the forest and finally came to the tree where Harakka, the Magpie, had her nest. The Fox, c.o.c.king his head, paced slowly round and round the tree, looking at it from every angle.
Harakka, the Magpie, sitting on her nest among her fledglings began to feel nervous.
"Say, Mikko," she called down, "what are you looking at?"
At first the Fox made no answer. Deep in thought, apparently, he nodded his head and murmured:
"Yes, the very tree!"
Harakka, the Magpie, again called down:
"What are you looking at, Mikko?"
The Fox started as though he had heard the question for the first time.
"Ah, Harakka, is that you? Good day to you! I hope you are well! I hope the children are all well! I was so busy looking for the right tree that I didn't recognize you at first. You see I have to cut down a tree to get wood for a new pair of _skis_. This tree is just the one I want."
"Oh, mercy me!" the Magpie cried. "You can't cut down this tree! Do you want to kill all my children? This is our home!"
Mikko, the rascal, pretended to be very sympathetic.
"I'm awfully sorry to have to disturb you, truly I am, but I'm afraid I do have to cut down this tree. I can't find another that suits me as well."
The Magpie flapped her wings in despair.
"You hard-hearted wretch! What will you take not to cut down this tree?"
The Fox put his paw to his head and pretended to think hard. After a moment he said:
"Well, Harakka, I'll make you this offer: I'll leave this tree standing provided you throw me down one of your fledglings."
"What!" the poor Magpie shrieked. "Give you one of my babies! I'll never do that! Never! Never! _Never!_"
"Oh, very well! Just as you like! If I cut the tree down I can get them all. But I thought for the sake of old times I'd ask for only one. However, do as you think best."
What could the poor Magpie say? If the tree were felled and her fledglings thrown out of the nest they would certainly all perish.
Perhaps it would be wise to sacrifice one to save the rest.
"You promise to let the tree stand," she said, "if I give you one of my children?"
"Yes," the rascal promised, "just drop me one of your fledglings, a nice plump one, and I won't cut down the tree."
With shaking claw Harakka pushed one of her children over the edge of the nest. It fluttered to the ground and Mikko carried it off.
Well, the next day what did that Fox do but come back and begin pacing around the tree again.
"Yes," he said, pretending to talk to himself, "this is the best tree I can find. I might as well cut it down at once."