JACOB. Why do you come to me?

FOX. You do not like Peter.

JACOB. Oh, you know that, do you?

FOX. Oh, yes, I know! Now will you help me to get his chickens?

JACOB. What can I do?

Fox. Put meal on me, till I am white. Then the chickens will think I am
a miller.

JACOB. Ah, that is fine! Wait here.

[_He enters the mill._]

FOX. He has gone for meal! Ha, ha, ha, ha!

[JACOB _comes out with a club._]

JACOB. Now go! Go, sir!

FOX. Why, what is this? I said I would eat Peter's chickens.

JACOB. Yes, but you mean to eat mine. Now go! Go, or I will beat you!

[_The Fox runs quickly away._]