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The inn of The Red Craw-fish.
They walked, and walked, and walked, until at last, towards evening, they arrived dead tired at the inn of The Red Craw-fish.
'Let us stop here a little,' said the Fox, 'that we may have something to eat and rest ourselves for an hour or two. We will start again at midnight, so as to arrive at the Field of miracles by dawn to-morrow morning.'
Having gone into the inn they all three sat down to table: but none of them had any appetite.
The Cat, who was suffering from indigestion and feeling seriously indisposed, could only eat thirty-five mullet with tomato sauce, and four portions of tripe with Parmesan cheese; and because she thought the tripe
