A plump and at hen with red feathers was nick named Red by her friends. One day Red was out collecting firewood when Foxy the fox saw her from behind a tree. His mouth began to water at the thought of having the hen for lunch.
He rushed home, told his wife to put a large can of water on the fire for boiling, grabbed a sack and ran out in an awful hurry.
Before Red knew what was happening she was caught and found herself inside a sack with no way to call for help also.
Red's friend, the Dove, saw all that had happened. She fluttered on to the path of the fox carrying Red in the sack slung over his shoulder. She fell down pretending to have a broken wing.
Foxy was delighted; he now had the chance to eat a main course with a side dish of stewed
Dove. He dropped the sack on the ground ad ran to grab the Dove. The Dove kept hopping away, just out of reach of the Foxy. Foxy followed.
Red came out of the bag by cutting a hole at the top with the knife she had brought with her to cut firewood. She then put large stones inside the bag and tied it once again so the hole she had made was not visible and ran off.
A tired Foxy came back after the dove flew away, picked up the sack and trotted home. The water in the pot was boiling. Foxy opened the sack, and tipped the sack so as to drop Red into it for cooking.
Instead of Red a steady stream of stones fell into the pan splashing boiling water all over the fox.The badly scalded fox had a burnt face instead of hen-lunch. He kept howling and howling in pain.
BE GREEDY FOR MORE AND YOU MAY LOSE ALL
