In the meantime the Bird went to a Dog and promised him a delicious meal--nothing other than Reinecke, in fact--telling him that he had nothing to do but hide in the bushes on the appointed day, and he could easily master the Master. The Dog smiled blissfully at the news, saying: "This is what I call a stroke of luck! I'll tell you what, little Bird, I'll hide in the bushes, and when Reinecke comes, do you beg him to let you sing one last song. Then perch yourself on a twig and sing out loud and clear. That shall be the signal for me, and I will spring out of my ambush, and--snap!--all will be over with Master Reinecke." When the appointed day arrived Reinecke came gleefully along, trolling this lay: "Fat little birds are right good cheer, So here I am, my Gossip dear! Well, Gossip, how goes it?" "As well as possible," answered the little Bird. "What I have promised I will perform; I have only one last boon to crave: let me sing my favorite song just once more!" "Sing away, for all I care," answered Reinecke; "only make it short." So the little Bird perched herself upon a twig and began her song. In a twinkling the Dog rushed out upon Reinecke, but the Master was on the alert and took to flight, with the Dog close upon his heels. At last Reinecke took refuge in a hole, while the Dog hid himself at the entrance, keeping up a sharp lookout. Then Reinecke began to talk to himself, and said to his feet: "Well, my fine feet, how have you got on?" "Finely," answered the feet; "we did our very best to outrun the Dog." "Good, good! You deserve all praise! And you, my good ears, how did you behave yourselves?" "Very well; we listened most intently to know whether that dreadful Dog was close behind us." "Good! That was gallant! And how did you behave, my dear, sweet eyes?" "Oh, we spied around in every direction to discover the first hole!" "Bravo! That was good of you." Then Reinecke looked at his long tail and asked: "And how is it with you, my beautiful, long, bushy tail?" And the tail answered, "Very badly; I am your steering rudder, and you rushed along so unmercifully, dragging me through bush and brier, that I am miserably scratched and torn. Really, I should not have been worse off if the Dog had caught me." "Aha!" cried Reinecke, in high displeasure, "so you are my open enemy, are you? All the others are faithful; you alone would willingly have betrayed me. Out with you, out, my declared foe! You shall no longer stay under the same roof with me!" So Reinecke thrust his tail out of the hole. Snap!--the Dog had it between his teeth, dragged the Fox out of his retreat, tore him in pieces, and was thus rewarded for all his trouble. And the little birds were rid of their enemy. "It was not nice of Reinecke to want to eat little birds," said the little boy. "I think he deserved to be punished." "He got off without punishment another time," observed the grandmother.