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“Whom have you married, Lisabeta Ivanovna?”

“What!” says the fox, “you have not heard that the great Cat Ivanovitch, who has only one ear, has been sent from the far Siberian forests to be Head-forester over all of us? Well, I am now the Head-forester’s wife.”

“No, I had not heard, Lisabeta Ivanovna. And when can I pay my respects to his Excellency?”

“Not now, not now,” says the fox. “Cat Ivanovitch will be raging angry with me if I let any one come near him. Presently he will be taking his food. Look you. Get a sheep, and make it ready, and bring it as a greeting to him, to show him that he is welcome and that you know how to treat him with respect. Leave the sheep near by, and hide yourself so that he shall not see you; for, if he did, things might be awkward.”

“Thank you, thank you, Lisabeta Ivanovna,” says the wolf, and off he goes to look for a sheep.

The pretty young fox went idly on, taking the air, for she knew that the wolf would save her the trouble of looking for food.

Presently she met the bear.

“Good-day to you, Lisabeta Ivanovna,” says the bear; “as pretty as ever, I see you are.”

“Bandy-legged one,” says the fox; “fool, don’t come worrying me. Formerly I was a young, unmarried fox; now I am a wedded wife.”

“I beg your pardon,” says the bear, “whom have you married, Lisabeta Ivanovna?”

“The great Cat Ivanovitch has been sent from the far Siberian forests to be Head-forester over us all. And Cat Ivanovitch is now my husband,” says the fox.

“Is it forbidden to have a look at his Excellency?”

“It is forbidden,” says the fox. “Cat Ivanovitch will be raging angry with me if I let any one come near him. Presently he will be taking his food. Get along with you quickly; make ready an ox, and bring it by way of welcome to him. The wolf is bringing a sheep. And look you. Leave the ox near by, and hide yourself so that the great Cat Ivanovitch shall not see you; or else, brother, things may be awkward.”

The bear shambled off as fast as he could go to get an ox.

The pretty young fox, enjoying the fresh air of the forest, went slowly home to her earth, and crept in very quietly, so as not to awake the great Head-forester, Cat Ivanovitch, who had only one ear and was sleeping in the best place.

Presently the wolf came through the forest, dragging a sheep he had killed. He did not dare to go too near the fox’s earth, because of Cat Ivanovitch, the new Head-forester. So he stopped, well out of sight, and stripped off the skin of the sheep, and arranged the sheep so as to seem a nice tasty morsel. Then he stood still, thinking what to do next. He heard a noise, and looked up. There was the bear, struggling along with a dead ox.

“Good-day, brother Michael Ivanovitch,” says the wolf.

“Good-day, brother Levon Ivanovitch,” says the bear. “Have you seen the fox, Lisabeta Ivanovna, with her husband, the Head-forester?”

“No, brother,” says the wolf. “For a long time I have been waiting to see them.”

“Go on and call out to them,” says the bear.

“No, Michael Ivanovitch,” says the wolf, “I will not go. Do you go; you are bigger and bolder than I.”

“No, no, Levon Ivanovitch, I will not go. There is no use in risking one’s life without need.”

Suddenly, as they were talking, a little hare came running by. The bear saw him first, and roared out,–

“Hi, Squinteye! trot along here.”

The hare came up, slowly, two steps at a time, trembling with fright.

“Now then, you squinting rascal,” says the bear, “do you know where the fox lives, over there?”

“I know, Michael Ivanovitch.”

“Get along there quickly, and tell her that Michael Ivanovitch the bear and his brother Levon Ivanovitch the wolf have been ready for a long time, and have brought presents of a sheep and an ox, as greetings to his Excellency …”