Not far from a Hare's form a Bear once had her den, and Master Lampe often gave himself the treat of visiting the den in Petz's absence and teasing the little Petzes. "You dear little birds," he would say, "do let me hear your enchanting songs!" And he would spit at them, and make all manner of game of them into the bargain. Whenever Mrs. Petz came home the young ones would bitterly complain how a little Hare had been there making game of them. At this old Petz waxed very angry, and growled, "Just wait once, wait, Master Lampe! I'll catch you yet and fling you into a hole." So Mrs. Petz hid herself in the back of the den, and sure enough along came Master Lampe and began to tease the young bears. No sooner did Mrs. Petz hear him than she sprang upon him from her hiding-place. But, quick as lightning, Lampe was off in the woods, with Mrs. Petz after him. Lampe fled through bush and brier, Petz always close upon his heels. At last Lampe sprang through a cloven tree and Petz followed him. Unluckily she stuck fast in the narrow cleft and, do what she would, she could not escape from her prison. Presently a Man came along, and Mrs. Petz implored him thus: "Ah, Man, do set me free! I know where there is a hollow tree full of honey in the forest; you could bring a great cask and fill it as full as you like." "Are you telling the honest truth?" asked the Man. "The honest truth," replied Mrs. Petz. "I can make you rich in honey, and all I have to say is to give you this warning: Never, if you love your own life, do you tell a living soul how a miserable little Hare made a fool of a strong She-bear." The Man promised her, trust and true, and lifting his axe he struck a blow at the cloven tree. The tree fell apart, Petz was again free, and she at once led the Man to the honey-tree. The Man returned home, yoked up his oxen, put a cask in the cart, and went to the wood for the honey. When he had filled the cask he returned home. Meantime it had grown dark, and Petz crept noiselessly behind the cart and crouched down under the peasant's window, saying to herself, "Just wait, you fellow, till I listen a little!" The Man brought the cask of honey into the house, and the children, seeing the prize, crowded around the father with questions. "O little father, where did you get that honey?" "I found it in the forest, dear children." Then the wife put in her word. "Tell me, father, how did you come by so much honey?" And the Man replied, "Oh, don't bother me! It was an old trotter of a Bear that was chasing a little Hare and got stuck fast in the cleft of a tree. Then I came along and helped her out of the scrape, and for thanks she showed me the hollow tree where the honey was. So I brought it home. But it served her right, the lazy old fat tramper; what business had she chasing a Hare?" Mrs. Petz did not lose a word of all this, and she growled to herself, "Just wait once, wait! I'll be even with you with a vengeance for jeering at me."