[PETER _comes with a pan of meal._]

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PETER. Now I will make you white. You shall look just like a miller.

(_He covers the Fox with meal._)

Ha, ha! Jacob's chickens will think you
are Jacob. Now go! Go and eat Jacob's chickens.

(_The Fox goes._)

Ah, this is fine! I do not like Jacob. I do not like Jacob's chickens. I
am glad the fox will eat them. Ha, ha, ha!

[_Peter enters the mill. Soon his_ WIFE _comes running._]

WIFE. Peter! Peter! Come out! Come out! Peter!

[PETER _comes running from the mill._]

PETER. What is it? What is it?

WIFE. The fox has killed your chickens!

PETER. Oh, no! He has killed Jacob's chickens, dear wife. Ha, ha, ha!

WIFE. No, no! He has killed your chickens! They lie there on the grass.
Look and you will see them.