…In another part of the meadow Red-Fox was hunting mice for breakfast. He saw one and jumped on him with with all four feet but the little fellow got away.
In his disappointment Red-Fox heard a distant call, “Bring a knife!”
He started in the direction of the call and as it got louder he continued.
By and by he came across the body of Buffalo lying on the ground with Field-Mouse still standing atop it.
“If you dress this Buffalo for me I shall give you some of the meat,” said Field-Mouse.
“Very well,” said Red-Fox, and he dressed the Buffalo while Field-Mouse sat on a mound nearby looking on and giving orders.
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