Then thought the Hedgehog, "What shall I do with you now?" At last the thought occurred to him to call a butcher, and he immediately set out to seek one. On the way he met a Fox. "Whither away?" asked Reinecke; and the Hedgehog answered, "To seek a butcher." "Gossip," said the Fox, "I am a butcher." "Then show me your teeth, Master," said the Hedgehog. Reinecke showed his teeth, but the Hedgehog told him they were not sharp enough, and went on his way. After a while he met a Wolf, who asked him, "Whither away, Gossip?" "To seek a butcher," said the Hedgehog. "I am a butcher, sure enough," said the Wolf. "Then show me your tools." Isegrim showed his teeth, and the Hedgehog, well pleased, said to him, "Follow me, then." The Wolf followed him, and they came to the dead Stag. In a trice the Wolf had torn him in pieces, and inviting all his kindred to the feast, he gave each of them a fine morsel, and kept a whole leg for himself, without the least consideration for the Hedgehog. "Well, and what am I to get?" asked the Hedgehog, quite vexed; and the Wolf replied, "The entrails." This seemed to the Hedgehog very unfair, and he began to reason with Isegrim. But the Wolf only answered, "If you aren't satisfied, go to the judge and make a complaint." So the Hedgehog went to seek a judge, and the Wolf followed after. Now the Hedgehog knew where there was a trap, and he led Isegrim in that direction. The Hedgehog tapped lightly upon the knocker, but this quite disgusted Isegrim. "Wait, let me knock!" said he, and he thumped with all the strength of his paw. So he was caught, and the Hedgehog ran away laughing. The story is done. "It is done too quick, little grandmother," observed the little boy after a moment's thought. "I am not patient yet." "Then my medicine is not the right kind," said the grandmother. "Run away home and hold some yarn for your sister. I heard her say that she was going to knit some warm mittens for you to wear on the journey. Holding yarn is an excellent school for patience." CHAPTER XI THE PATIENT LITTLE BOY The door of the grandmother's room opened very slowly, and the little boy peeped in. "Grandmother, I did hold the yarn, and I am very patient now. Do you think you could tell me another story?" "It is such a good thing to be patient," said the grandmother, "and so hard to learn, that I am sure you deserve a reward. So come in and shut the door tight, and I will tell you about "THE COCK AND THE HEN" Once upon a time there was a man who had lived many years in peace and quietness with his wife. At last, however, they fell into a violent quarrel and decided to separate at bed and board and to divide their goods between them. Short hair is soon brushed, and the division was soon made, for their whole possessions consisted of a Cock and a Hen. And the wife said, "I'll take the Hen for my share, and you may have the Cock."