NARRATOR
The maid heard someone standing at the house-door, knocking. She went and opened it, and it was a young fox, who said:
‘What may you be about, Miss Cat?
Do you sleep or do you wake? ’
She answered:
‘I am not sleeping, I am waking,
Would you know what I am making?
I am boiling warm beer with butter,
Will you be my guest for supper? ’
‘No, thank you, miss,’ said the fox, ‘what is Mrs Fox doing? ’ The maid replied:
‘She is sitting in her room,
Moaning in her gloom,
Weeping her little eyes quite red,
Because old Mr Fox is dead.