…In another part of the meadow Red-Fox was hunting mice for breakfast. He saw one and jumped on him with with all four feet but the little fellow got away.
In his disappointment Red-Fox heard a distant call, “Bring a knife!”
He started in the direction of the call and as it got louder he continued.
By and by he came across the body of Buffalo lying on the ground with Field-Mouse still standing atop it.
“If you dress this Buffalo for me I shall give you some of the meat,” said Field-Mouse.
“Very well,” said Red-Fox, and he dressed the Buffalo while Field-Mouse sat on a mound nearby looking on and giving orders.
“You must cut the meat into small pieces.”
When Red-Fox had finished his work Field-Mouse paid him with a small piece of liver. He swallowed it quickly and smacked his lips, “May I have another piece?” he asked.
“Why, I gave you the largest piece,” said Field-Mouse, “How greedy you are. You may have some of the blood clots.”
So poor Red-Fox took the blood clots and licked the grass. He really was very hungry, “I have six little ones to feed at home, may I take some more meat?”
“You can take the four feet of Buffalo,” said Field-Mouse, “that ought to be enough for your little ones.”
“And what of my wife,” said Red-Fox.
“Why, she can have the head,” said Field-Mouse.
Thereupon Red-Fox jumped on Field-Mouse who just had time to let out a faint squeak before he disappeared.