So the Fox put the bag behind the door, saying as he did so, "Be sure that you do not untie the string, Good Mother," and went on down the road. The old woman looked at the bag and said to herself: "Now I wonder what it is that that sly old fellow carries so carefully. It will do no harm to see." So she untied the string and opened the bag the least little bit, and the pig jumped out of the bag and ran into the house where the ox stood and the ox promptly gored him to death. When the Fox came back and saw that the bag had been opened he said: "Where is my pig, Good Mother?" "I opened the bag the least little bit, and the pig jumped out and the ox gored him to death," said the woman. "Then I must have the ox," said the Fox. So he went out into the yard and gathered up the ox and put him into the bag and tied the string and threw the bag on his back and went on down the road. When he came to the next cottage he knocked at the door and said: "Good morning, Good Mother. The way is long and I am weary. May I leave my bag here while I go to the grocery store?" "That will be all right," said the old woman, "put it behind the door." So the Fox put the bag behind the door, saying as he did so: "Be sure that you do not untie the string, Good Mother," and went on down the road. [Illustration: "MAY I LEAVE MY BAG HERE?" SAID THE FOX] The woman looked at the bag and said to herself: "Now I wonder what it is that that sly old fellow carries so carefully? It will do no harm to see." So she untied the string and opened the bag and the ox jumped out and ran out into the yard, and the little boy who was playing there chased him off over the hill and into the wood. When the Fox came back he saw that the string had been untied, and he said to the old woman: "Where is my ox?" "I opened the bag the least little bit, and the ox jumped out and the little boy chased him over the hill and into the wood," said the old woman. "Then I must take the little boy," said the Fox. So he gathered up the little boy and put him into the bag and tied the string and threw the bag over his shoulder and started off down the road. When he came to the next house he knocked at the door and said: "Good morning, Good Mother. The way is long and I am weary. May I leave my bag while I go to the store?" "That will be all right," said the woman, "put it behind the door." So the Fox put the bag behind the door, saying as he did so: "Be sure that you do not untie the string, Good Mother," and went off. This woman was very busy that morning, making cake, and she had no time to think of the bag, and it lay there for a long time. By-and-by when the cake was done her little boys gathered around the table, crying: "Let me taste the cake, Mother. Give me a piece of cake!" And she gave each one of them a piece of cake. The cake smelled so good that the little boy in the bag cried out: "Oh, I want a piece of cake, too."