The good and the bad gods disputed, —the bad gods wanting to be at the head of the government of this world, and the good gods likewise wanting to be at the head.
And from the window a lovely goddess popped out her head and said: ‘What has happened is in no way your fault. Your beauty has caused a wicked fox to fall in love with you.’
The Crow, tickled with the very civil language of the Fox, nestled and wriggled about, and hardly knew where she was.
It was so uncouth a sight for a Fox to appear without this distinguishing ornament of his race, that the very thought of it made him weary of his life.
‘You've a pretty Long Beak of your own, which is a Decided Advantage,’ said the Fox. ‘But it is Such a funny vessel, I can't Get my beak in,’ said the Stork.
When the old woman saw the other wee bannock running away she ran after it, but she could not catch it.