"Oh, my friend, how kind of you to send me down here! Surely this must be heaven. Such lovely sights! Green fields with such dear little lambs skipping about, and not a dog or a shepherd near! If you wish to witness them yourself, you have only to get inside the other bucket, and come down to where I am and be perfectly happy." The wolf, duped again by his wily friend, once more fell into her snares and got inside the empty bucket, which, being now the heavier, went down into the well as the other bucket rose, in which the fox was comfortably seated, enjoying the malicious trick she had played him.
When she saw herself safe at the top of the well, she looked down and said to the poor innocent wolf: "Thank you, that's the second lift you have given me to-day. And now you had better stay where you are so that you may never again be tricked by other foxes as artful as I am."
The fox then went away, leaving the poor wolf to his fate, and continued her journey singing all the way—
The fox knows how to shift,
When too full to make tracks;
She's deep enough to get a lift
On other people's backs.
