"Good-day," said Reynard. "I have heard you crowing so nicely, but can
you stand on one leg and crow, and wink your eyes?"

"Oh, yes," said the cock, "I can do that very well." So he stood on one
leg and crowed, but he winked only with one eye, and when he had done
that he made himself big and flapped his wings, as though he had done a
great thing.

"Very pretty, to be sure," said Reynard. "Almost as pretty as when the
parson preaches in church, but can you stand on one leg and wink both
your eyes at once? I hardly think you can."

"Can't I though!" said the cock, and stood on one leg, and winked both
his eyes and crowed. But Reynard caught hold of him, took him by the
throat, and threw him on his back, so that he was off to the wood before
he had crowed his crow out, as fast as Reynard could lay legs to the
ground.

When they had come under an old spruce fir, Reynard threw the cock on
the ground, and set his paw on his breast, and was going to take a bite:
"You are a heathen, Reynard!" said the cock. "Good Christians say grace
before they eat."

But Reynard would be no heathen, no indeed. So he let go his hold, and
was about to fold his paws over his breast, and say grace--but pop! up
flew the cock into a tree.

"You shan't get off for all that," said Reynard to himself. So he went
away, and came again with a few chips which the woodcutters had left.