Chapter 4 "The Story of Reynard the Fox" Reynard the Fox and the Cat Tibel——The Sausage Incident

That morning, Gudua the puppy got a treat: a large, round, tender sausage.His master didn't like it for some reason and left it to him. The sausages were brought to him to be admired and smelled.Gudua jumped up like a poplar fish, wagging its tail and making joyous noises.He waited for the master to give him the promised sausage, but the maid put it on a high window sill instead. "It's still early," said the maid, "I'll eat it later." Seeing such good food, Gudua felt even hungrier.But what can I do?He is chained!He sighed piteously for a while, and had to swallow his breath.

He lay down and waited. The smell of the still warm sausage spread far away, just in time to be smelled by the Reynard fox passing by here. "Smells so good!" he thought. Curious and greedy, he began to look around to see if he could happen to find his lunch somewhere where the alluring aroma radiated. As he approached the residence, he came across Tibbel, the tabby cat, sleeping under a tree. "My friend," Reynard asked, "does this smell come from your house? My nose is so comfortable!" The flower cat opened his eyes slightly, raised his clever and mischievous head, and took a quick sniff of the air for a second.

"Well, yes," he said, "I think it's the smell of the lunches people make for me." Then he added very politely: "If you'd like to come with me, I can let you know what's going on." So, without saying a word, he walked solemnly towards the house.Reynard Fox followed behind him. Upon reaching the residence, they saw Gudua sighing in agony: "Oh, my delicious sausage, if only you could drop it yourself!" "What's the matter with you, Gudua?" Tibbel asked kindly. Gudois hastened to tell Tibbel about the maid's unkind behavior: she kept the delicious sausage out of his reach, only to let him smell it.

"However, she made it clear to me that this is my lunch." Tibbel ran back to Reynard Fox. "Listen, Tibbert," said Reynard, "this Guduis is so arrogant! Didn't you hear that it was his lunch. It seemed to him that you didn't exist at all. If If you can help me, I can get my hands on this sausage, and then we can eat together in comfort on the grass where you rested." Tibbel thought it was a good idea.The two thought of a way. They agreed: Tibbert would enter the house, jump on the window sill where the sausage was, and try to throw the sausage to Reynard's side, and then Reynard would take it away and wait for Tibbert a little further away.

The whole process went very smoothly. Seeing that his lunch was snatched away by the Reynard fox, the puppy Gudua barked wildly as if being strangled to death. Seeing Reynard's fox running away quickly, Tibel knew that he had been fooled, and said to Gudois: "I'll go after the thief and get your sausage back." Reynolds was cunning, but Tibbel was smarter than him. Tibell took a short cut and went.When Reynard thought that the whole situation was settled and he could eat the sausage all by himself, he suddenly saw the shadow of the cat beside him—he was quietly following him.

He was secretly surprised, but still pretended to be calm on the surface, thinking about how to get rid of this unexpected guest. Tibell was also thinking of countermeasures. "Where are we going?" Tibbel asked. "Where are we going to share this sausage?" "Oh, we'll never get to eat if you keep running like this," he went on fiercely, "you've dragged it all over the floor to get it dirty, and your saliva has gotten to where your teeth are, so much Disgusting!" "Or, I'll show you how to hold it properly." Reynard did not welcome this proposal, because he always judged others by his own standards and suspected that others would play tricks on him.

But, he looked at Tibbel, he thought to himself: It's hard to get away with such a big sausage in your mouth. So he finally accepted his companion's suggestion. The cat took one end of the sausage gracefully, and then tactfully threw the other end onto its back so that it would not drag on the ground. "That's it," said Tibbel, "for a while, when I get tired of walking, you'll do the same. You see, I don't even touch it to my mouth, and it's so much cleaner." "Let's go, maybe we can eat on the hill ahead, where we can enjoy the surrounding scenery and defend ourselves."

Before his partner could answer, Tibbel broke into a quick trot.It took several minutes for Reynard to catch up with him. When Reynard reached the knoll, Tibbel was already sitting on a large cross on the knoll. "What are you doing up here?" said Reynard angrily. "Come down, Tibbel, and let us divide the sausage." "Why come down?" said Tibbel, "you'd better come up, it's more comfortable up there." "Don't you know that I can't climb?" Reynard replied angrily, "You can't live up to what you said! Besides, this sausage is already a sacrament. Throw half of it to me." !"

"Why, have you already had the holy wine?" said Tibbel, in a mildly reproachful tone. "This sausage is a sausage, so it should be eaten here on the cross instead of being taken to the ground, or else it will be eaten." will be guilty." "I'll just take my share," growled Reynard, "and throw me my half." "What a savage you are!" said Tibbel, with contempt, "I can't believe my ears when I hear that such a sacrament is to be thrown about! Besides, to divide such a fine thing Come on, it's really a pity. So, Reynard, I propose to make an agreement with you: If you find such a sausage next time, you must eat it for yourself, and I promise not to take up any leftovers."

"Tibelle, Tibelle," scolded Reynard, "if you don't give me even a small piece, you should be bad company." "Reynard Fox, Reynard Fox," said Tibbel, imitating his tone, "I'm a good company, because next time I'll put the one fresh and clean that hasn't drool on you or got dust on the floor. All the sausages I gave to you. This time I left myself only a disposal. Ah, Reynard, you have no conscience!" Before Reynard could answer, Tibbel began to eat the sausage. When Reynard saw this scene, he burst into tears. "Are you weeping for your sin?" asked Tibbert, with an air of innocence. "It pleases me. Good God will forgive you, for you have made such a deep repentance."

"Don't laugh at me like that, Tibelle," said Reynolds. "Just think about it. When you're thirsty, you still have to come down." "Come down to drink?" said Tiber, amazed. "There is no such thing in the world! Look, there is a small pool full of fresh rainwater next to me. How good God is!" "However, you will come down one day, and I will wait for you." "How long, dear Reynard?" "Wait how many years. I swear I will wait for you, seven years." "Seven years . here." When Reynard looked at Tibell anxiously and angrily, Tibell ate without haste. Suddenly, Reynard Fox pricked up his ears, looking a little nervous. "Tibble, what's that sound?" he asked. "A beautiful piece of music," replied Tibbel, "probably a procession singing. It's lovely!" However, Reynard knew very well in his heart that it was the barking of hunting dogs in the distance, not people singing. So he prepared to run away. "Hey, where are you going?" cried Tibbel, "what do you want to do?" "I'm going!" said Reynard the Fox. "So, what about your oath, have you forgotten? Seven years! Reynard Fox, you should keep here for seven years, you must not break your promise!" However, Reynard Fox ran away in a hurry without even looking back.