She answered. "I'm not asleep; I am awake. Do you want to know what I am doing? I am cooking warm beer with butter in it. Would you like to be my guest?"

What are you doing, Miss Cat? Are you asleep, or are you awake?

Mrs. Fox locked herself in her room, and her maid, Miss Cat, sat on the hearth and cooked.

Once upon a time there was an old fox with nine tails. He did not believe that his wife was faithful to him and wanted to put her to the test. He stretched himself out beneath the bench, did not move a limb, and pretended to be stone dead.

"No thank you, Miss," said the fox. "What is Mrs. Fox doing?"

The maid answered. "She is sitting in her room Mourning and grieving. She has cried her eyes red, Because old Mr. Fox is dead."

"I'll do that, young man."

As soon as it became known that the old fox had died, suitors began to appear. The maid heard someone knocking at the front door. She opened it, and there stood a young fox, who said:

"Miss, tell her that a young fox is here who would like to court her."

The cat went upstairs and knocked on the door. "Mrs. Fox, are you there?"

"Yes, my dear, yes."

"What does he look like? Does he have nine bushy tails like the late Mr. Fox?"

"A suitor is outside."

"Then I'll not have him."

"No," answered the cat. "He has but one."

Following the death of old Mr. Fox, the wolf presented himself as a suitor. The cat, who was serving as Mrs. Fox's maid, opened the door. The wolf greeted her, saying."Good day, Mrs. Cat, Why are you sitting alone? What good things are you making there?"

Miss Cat went downstairs and sent the suitor away.

Soon afterward there was another knock at the door. Another fox was there who wanted to court Mrs. Fox. He had two tails, but he did not fare any better than the first one. Then others came, each with one additional tail, but all were turned away until finally one came who had nine tails, just like old Mr. Fox. When the widow heard that, she spoke joyfully to the cat. "Open up the door And throw old Mr. Fox out."

They were just about to celebrate the wedding when beneath the bench old Mr. Fox began to stir. He attacked the entire party with blows and drove them all out of the house, including Mrs. Fox. Second Tale

The cat answered. "Bread and milk. Would you like to be my guest?"

"No thank you, Mrs. Cat." answered the wolf. "Isn't Mrs. Fox at home?"

The wolf answered. "If she wants another man, Just have her come downstairs."

After the wolf had been sent away there came a dog, a deer, a hare, a bear, a lion, and all the other animals of the forest, one after the other. But each one lacked one of the good qualities that old Mr. Fox had had, and the cat had to send each of the suitors away. Finally a young fox came.

Mrs. Fox asked, "Is the gentleman wearing red breeches, and does he have a pointed little face?"

The cat said. "She's upstairs in her room Mourning and grieving, Bemoaning her plight, Because old Mr. Fox is dead."

The cat ran upstairs To give her the news. She ran to the great room, And knocked on the door With her five golden rings. "Mrs. Fox, are you in there? Do you want another man?"

"Then he's of no use to me."

"No," answered the cat.

Mrs. Fox asked, "Is the gentleman wearing red breeches, and does he have a pointed little face?"

"Yes," said the cat, "that he does."

"Then let him come upstairs," said Mrs. Fox, and she told the maid to make preparations for the wedding feast. "Cat, sweep out the kitchen, And throw the old fox out the window. He brought home many a big fat mouse, But he ate them all alone, And never gave me a one.

Then Mrs. Fox married young Mr. Fox, and everyone danced and celebrated, and if they have not stopped, then they are dancing still.