"It's the Farmer," the Ermine explained. "He fell into the pit that he

digged for us poor forest folk and serve him right, too! Take a bite

of him, Jussi, and then come along and help us pull."

So Jussi, the Hare, took a bite of the Farmer and then marched along

beside the Ermine and the Squirrel helping them to pull the sledge.

Next they met Mikko, the Fox.

"Goodness me!" Mikko said, "what's that you three are hauling?"

The Ermine again explained:

"It's the Farmer. He fell into the pit that he had digged for us poor

forest folk and serve him right, too! Take a bite of him, Mikko, and

then come along and help us pull."

So Mikko, the Fox, took a bite and then marched along beside the

Ermine and the Squirrel and the Hare helping them to pull the sledge.

Next they met Pekka, the Wolf.

"Good gracious!" Pekka cried, "what's that you four are hauling?"

The Ermine explained:

"It's the Farmer. He fell into the pit that he had digged for us poor

forest folk and serve him right, too! Take a bite of him, Pekka, and

then help us pull."

So Pekka, the Wolf, took a bite and then marched along beside the

Ermine, the Squirrel, the Hare, and the Fox, helping them to pull the

sledge.

Next they met Osmo, the Bear.

"Good heavens!" Osmo rumbled, "what's that you five are hauling?"

"It's the Farmer," the Ermine explained. "He fell into the pit that he

had digged for us poor forest folk and serve him right, too! Take a

bite of him, Osmo, and then help us pull."

So Osmo, the Bear, took a bite and then marched along beside the

Ermine, the Squirrel, the Hare, the Fox, and the Wolf, helping them to

pull the sledge.

Well, they pulled and they pulled and whenever they felt tired or

hungry they stopped and took a bite until the Farmer was about

finished.

Then Pekka, the Wolf, said:

"See here, brothers, we've eaten up every bit of the Farmer except his

beard. What are we going to eat now?"

Osmo, the Bear, grunted out:

"Huh! That's easy! We'll eat the smallest of us next!"

He had no sooner spoken than the Squirrel ran up a tree and the Ermine

slipped under a stone.

Pekka, the Wolf said:

"But the smallest have escaped!"

Osmo, the Bear, grunted again:

"Huh! The smallest now is that pop-eyed Jussi! Let's--"

At mention of his name the Hare went loping across the field and was

soon at a safe distance.

Osmo, the Bear, put his heavy paw on the Fox's shoulder.

"Mikko," he said, "it's your turn now for you're the smallest of us

three."

Mikko, the Fox, pretended not to be at all afraid.

"That's true," he said, "I'm the smallest. All right, brothers, I'm

ready. But before you eat me I wish you'd take me to the top of the

hill. Down here in the valley it's so gloomy."

"Very well," the others agreed, "we'll go where you say. It is more

cheerful there."

As they climbed the hill the Fox whispered to the Wolf:

"Sst! Pekka! When you eat me whose turn will it be then? Who will be

the smallest then?"

"Mercy me!" the Wolf cried, "it will be my turn then, won't it?"

The terror of the thought quite took his appetite away.

"See here, Osmo," he said to the Bear, "I don't think it would be

right for us to eat Mikko. You and I and Mikko ought to be friends and

live together in peace. Now let's take a vote on the matter and we'll

do whatever the majority says. I vote that we three be friends. What

do you say, Mikko?"

The Fox said that he agreed with the Wolf. It would be much better

all around if they three were friends.

"Well," grunted Osmo, the Bear, "it's no use my voting for you two

make a majority. But I must say I'm sorry to have you vote this way

for I'm hungry."

So the three animals, the Bear, the Wolf, and the Fox, agreed

henceforward to be friends and planned to live near each other in the

woods behind the Farm.

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ADVENTURE II

THE PARTNERS

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The Bear and the Wolf and the Fox made houses quite close together and

the Wolf and the Fox decided to go into partnership.

"The first thing we ought to do," said Pekka, the Wolf, "is make a

clearing in the forest and plant some crops."

The Fox agreed and the very next day they started out to work. Each

had a crock with three pats of butter for his dinner. They left their

crocks in the cool water of a little spring in the forest not far from

the place where they had decided to make a clearing.

It was hard work felling trees and the Fox, soon tiring of it, made

some sort of excuse to run off. When he came back he said to the Wolf:

"Pekka, the folks at the Farm are having a christening and have sent

me an invitation to attend."

"It's too bad we're so busy to-day," the Wolf said. "Another day you

might have gone."

"But I must go," the Fox insisted. "They've been good neighbors to us

and they'd be insulted if I refused."

"Very well," the Wolf said, "if you feel that way about it you better

go. But hurry back for we have a lot to do."

So the Fox trotted off but he got no farther than the spring where the

butter crocks were cooling. He took the Wolf's crock and licked off

the top layer of butter. Then after a while he went back to the

clearing.

"Well, Mikko," the Wolf said, "is the christening over?"

"Yes, it's over."

"What did they name the child?"

"They named it Top."

"Top? That's a strange name!"

In a few moments the Fox again ran off and returned with the

announcement that there was to be another christening at the Farm and

again they wanted him to attend.

"Another christening!" the Wolf exclaimed. "How can that be?"

"This time the daughter has a baby."

"You're not going, are you, Mikko? You can't always be going to

christenings."

"That's true, Pekka, that's true," said the Fox, "but I think I must

go this time."

The Wolf sighed.

"You will hurry back, won't you? This work is too much for me alone."

"Yes, Pekka dear," the Fox promised, "I'll hurry back as quickly as I

can."

So he trotted off again to the spring and the Wolf's butter crock.

This time he ate the middle pat of the Wolf's butter, then slowly

sauntered back to the clearing.

"Well," said the Wolf, pausing a moment in his work, "what did they

name the baby this time?"

"This one they named Middle."

"Middle? That's a strange name to give a baby!"

For a few moments the Fox pretended to work hard. Then he ran off

again. When he came back, he said:

"Pekka, do you know they're having another christening at the Farm

and they say that I just must come."

"Another christening! Now, Mikko, that's too much! How can they be

having another christening?"

"Well, this time it's the daughter-in-law that has a baby."

"I don't care who it is," the Wolf said, "you just can't go. You've

got some work to do, you have!"

The Fox agreed:

"You're right, Pekka, you're right! I'm entirely too busy to be

running off all the time to christenings! I'd say, 'No!' in a minute

if it wasn't that we are new settlers and they are our nearest

neighbors. As it is I'm afraid they'd think it wasn't neighborly if I

didn't come. But I'll hurry back, I promise you!"

So for the third time the Fox trotted off to the little spring and

this time he licked the Wolf's butter crock clean to the bottom. Then

he went slowly back to the clearing and told the Wolf about the

christening and the baby.

"They've named this one Bottom," he said.

"Bottom!" the Wolf echoed. "What funny names they give children

nowadays!"

The Fox pretended to work hard for a few minutes, then threw himself

down exhausted.

[Illustration: _"Wake up, Pekka! Wake up! There's butter running

out of your nose!"_]

"Heigh ho!" he said, with a yawn, "I'm so tired and hungry it must be

dinner time!"

The Wolf looked at the sun and said:

"Yes, I think we had better rest now and eat."

So they went to the spring and got their butter crocks. The Wolf found

that his had already been licked clean.

"Mikko!" he cried, "have you been at my butter?"

"Me?" the Fox said in a tone of great innocence. "How could I have

been at your butter when you know perfectly well that I've been

working right beside you all morning except when I was away at the

christenings? You must have eaten up your butter yourself!"

"Of course I haven't eaten it up myself!" the Wolf declared. "I just

bet anything you took it!"

The Fox pretended to be much aggrieved.

"Pekka, I won't have you saying such a thing! We must get at the

bottom of this! I tell you what we'll do: we'll both lie down in the

sun and the heat of the sun will melt the butter and make it run. Now

then, if butter runs out of my nose then I'm the one that has eaten

your butter; if it runs out of your nose, then you've eaten it

yourself. Do you agree to this test?"

The Wolf said, yes, he agreed, and at once lay down in the sun. He had

been working so hard that he was very tired and in a few moments he

was sound asleep. Thereupon the Fox slipped over and daubed a little

lump of butter on the end of his nose. The sun melted the butter and

then, of course, it looked as if it were running out of the Wolf's

nose.

"Wake up, Pekka! Wake up!" the Fox cried. "There's butter running out

of your nose!"

The Wolf awoke and felt his nose with his tongue.

"Why, Mikko," he said in surprise, "so there is! Well, I suppose I

must have eaten that butter myself but I give you my word for it I

don't remember doing it!"

"Well," said the Fox, pretending still to feel hurt, "you shouldn't

always suspect me."

When they went back to the clearing, the Wolf began pulling the brush

together to burn it up and the Fox slipped away and lay down behind

some brushes.

"Mikko! Mikko!" the Wolf called. "Aren't you going to help me burn the

brush?"

"You set it a-fire," the Fox called back, "and I'll stay here to guard

against any flying sparks. We don't want to burn down the whole

forest!"

So the Wolf burned up all the brush while the Fox took a pleasant nap.

Then when he was ready to plant the seed in the rich wood ashes, the

Wolf again called out to the Fox to come help him.

"You do the planting, Pekka," the Fox called back, "and I'll stay here

and frighten off the birds. If I don't they'll come and pick up every

seed you plant."

So Mikko, the rascal, took another nap while the poor Wolf planted the

field he had already cleared and burned.

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ADVENTURE III

THE FOX AND THE CROW

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In a short time the field that Pekka, the Wolf, had planted began to

sprout. Pekka was delighted.

"See, Mikko," he said to the Fox, "our grain is growing and we shall

soon be harvesting it!"

The Fox turned up his nose indifferently.

"If we don't get something to eat before that grain ripens," he said,

"we'll starve, both of us! While we wait for the harvest I think we

better go out hunting. I'm going this minute for I tell you I'm

hungry!"

The Fox went sniffing into the forest and finally came to the tree

where Harakka, the Magpie, had her nest. The Fox, cocking his head,

paced slowly round and round the tree, looking at it from every angle.

Harakka, the Magpie, sitting on her nest among her fledglings began to

feel nervous.

"Say, Mikko," she called down, "what are you looking at?"

At first the Fox made no answer. Deep in thought, apparently, he

nodded his head and murmured:

"Yes, the very tree!"

Harakka, the Magpie, again called down:

"What are you looking at, Mikko?"

The Fox started as though he had heard the question for the first

time.

"Ah, Harakka, is that you? Good day to you! I hope you are well! I

hope the children are all well! I was so busy looking for the right

tree that I didn't recognize you at first. You see I have to cut down

a tree to get wood for a new pair of _skis_. This tree is just the one

I want."

"Oh, mercy me!" the Magpie cried. "You can't cut down this tree! Do

you want to kill all my children? This is our home!"

Mikko, the rascal, pretended to be very sympathetic.

"I'm awfully sorry to have to disturb you, truly I am, but I'm afraid

I do have to cut down this tree. I can't find another that suits me as

well."

The Magpie flapped her wings in despair.

"You hard-hearted wretch! What will you take not to cut down this

tree?"

The Fox put his paw to his head and pretended to think hard. After a

moment he said:

"Well, Harakka, I'll make you this offer: I'll leave this tree

standing provided you throw me down one of your fledglings."

"What!" the poor Magpie shrieked. "Give you one of my babies! I'll

never do that! Never! Never! _Never!_"

"Oh, very well! Just as you like! If I cut the tree down I can get

them all. But I thought for the sake of old times I'd ask for only

one. However, do as you think best."

What could the poor Magpie say? If the tree were felled and her

fledglings thrown out of the nest they would certainly all perish.

Perhaps it would be wise to sacrifice one to save the rest.

"You promise to let the tree stand," she said, "if I give you one of

my children?"

"Yes," the rascal promised, "just drop me one of your fledglings, a

nice plump one, and I won't cut down the tree."

With shaking claw Harakka pushed one of her children over the edge of

the nest. It fluttered to the ground and Mikko carried it off.

Well, the next day what did that Fox do but come back and begin pacing

around the tree again.

"Yes," he said, pretending to talk to himself, "this is the best tree

I can find. I might as well cut it down at once."

"But, Mikko!" cried the Magpie, "you forget! You said you wouldn't cut

down this tree if I gave you one of my children and I did give you

one!"

The Fox flipped his tail indifferently.

"I know," he said, "I did promise but I thought then I could find

another tree that would suit me as well as this one, but I can't. I've

looked everywhere and I can't. I'm sorry but I'm afraid that I'll just

have to take this tree."

"O dear, O dear, O dear!" the poor distracted Magpie wept. "Will

nothing make you leave this tree stand?"

The Fox smacked his lips.

"Well, Harakka, drop me down another of your fledglings and I won't

disturb the tree. I promise."

"What! Another of my babies! Oh, you wretch!"

"Well, suit yourself," Mikko said. "One of your fledglings and you can

keep the others safe in the nest, or I'll cut the tree down."

What could the poor Magpie do? Wouldn't it be better to sacrifice

another fledgling on the chance of saving the rest? Yes, it would! So

she pushed another out of the nest. It fluttered to the ground and

Mikko, the rascal, carried it off.

That afternoon Varis, the Crow, came to call on the Magpie.

"Why, my dear," she said, looking over the fledglings, "two of your

children are missing! Whatever has become of them?"

"It's that rascally Mikko!" the Magpie cried, and thereupon she told

her friend the whole story.

Varis, the Crow, listened carefully and then said:

"My dear, that miserable Fox has been fooling you! Why, he can't cut

down this tree or any other tree for that matter! He hasn't even got

an ax! Don't let him impose on you a third time!"

So the very next day when the Fox came and again tried the same little

trick, Harakka, the Magpie, tossed her head scornfully and said:

"Go along, you rascal! You can't fool me again! How can you cut down

this tree or any other for that matter when you haven't even got an

ax!"

The Fox was furious at being cheated of his dinner.

"You didn't think that out yourself, Harakka!" he said. "Some one's

been talking to you! Who was it?"

"It was my dear friend, Varis," the Magpie said. "She's on to your

tricks!"

"I'll teach that Crow to interfere with my affairs!" the Fox muttered

to himself as he trotted off.

He went to an open field and lay down with his mouth open, pretending

to be dead.

"I'm sure Varis will soon spy me!" he said to himself.

He was right. Presently the Crow began circling above him. She flew

nearer and nearer and at last alighted on his head. His tongue was

lolling out and Varis decided to have her first bite there. She gave

it a sharp peck at which the Fox jumped up and caught her in his paws.

"Ha! Ha!" he cried. "So you're the one who spoiled my little game with

Harakka, are you? Well, I'll teach you not to interfere with me! As I

haven't got one of Harakka's fledglings for my dinner, I'm going to

take you!"

"You don't mean you're going to eat me!" cried the Crow in terror.

[Illustration: _"I'll teach that Crow to interfere with my affairs!"

the Fox muttered to himself as he trotted off_]

"That's exactly what I mean!"

"No, no, Mikko! Don't do that!"

"Yes, that's exactly what I'm going to do! I'm going to teach you

birds that I'm not an animal to be played jokes on!"

"I suppose," the Crow said, sighing, "if it must be, it must be! But,

Mikko, if you really want to use me as a warning to the other birds,

you oughtn't to eat me right down. It would be much better if you

dragged me along the ground first. Then they'd see a wing here, a leg

there, and a long trail of feathers. That really would terrify them."

"I believe you're right," the Fox said.

He put the Crow down on the ground and lifted his paw for a moment to

change his hold. The Crow instantly jerked away and escaped.

"Ha! Ha!" she cawed as she flew off. "You were clever enough to catch

me, Mikko, but you weren't clever enough to eat me when you had me!"

So this was one time when Mikko, the Fox, was worsted.

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ADVENTURE IV

THE CHIEF MOURNER

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"Mercy me!" thought Mikko to himself as he watched Varis, the Crow,

fly away, "this is certainly my unlucky day! There I had my dinner

right in my hand and then lost it!"

Sighing and shaking his head he sauntered slowly back to the forest.

Now it happened that Osmo, the Bear, had just lost his wife and was

out looking for some one to bewail her death. The first person he met

was Pekka, the Wolf.

"Pekka," he said, "my wife's dead and I'm out looking for a good

strong mourner. Can you mourn?"

"Me? Indeed I can! Just listen!"

Pekka, the Wolf, pointed his nose to the sky and let out a long

shivery howl.

"There!" he said. "I don't believe you'll find any one that can do any

better than that!"

But Osmo, the Bear, shook his head.

"No, Pekka, you won't do. I don't like your mourning at all!"

The Bear ambled on and presently he met the Hare.

"Good day, Jussi," he said. "Are you any good at mourning? Show me

what you can do."

The Hare gave some frightened squeaks as his idea of mourning the

dead.

"No, no," Osmo said, "I don't like your mourning either."

So he walked on farther until by chance he met the Fox.

"Mikko," he said, "my wife's dead and I'm out looking for a good

strong mourner. Can you mourn?"

[Illustration: _And Mikko, beginning with a little whimpering

sound, slowly rose to a high heartrending cry_]

"Can I? Indeed I can!" the Fox declared. "I'm a marvel at mourning! I

can wail high and low and soft and loud and just any way you want!

Listen!" And Mikko, beginning with a little whimpering sound, slowly

rose to a high heartrending cry. This is what he wailed:

"_Med! Med! Med!_

The Bear's Wife is dead!

_Lax! Lax! Lax!_

No more she'll spin the flax!

_Eyes! Eyes! Eyes!_

No more she'll bake the pies!

_Air! Air! Air!_

No more she'll drive the mare!

_Shakes! Shakes! Shakes!_

There'll be no more little cakes!

_Darth! Darth! Darth!_

Throw the pots on the hearth

For the Bear's Wife is dead!

_Med! Med! Med!_"

Osmo, the Bear, was deeply moved.

"Beautiful! Beautiful!" he grunted hoarsely. "How well you knew her!

Come along home with me, Mikko, and start right in! Oh, how

beautifully you wail!"

So Mikko went home with the Bear. The old Bear Wife was laid out on a

bench in the kitchen.

"Now then," the Bear said, "you begin the wailing while I cook the

porridge."

"No, no, Osmo," the Fox said, "I couldn't possibly wail in here! The

place is full of smoke and my voice would get husky in two minutes!

Can't you lay her out in the storehouse?"

The Bear demurred but the Fox insisted and at last had his way. So

together they dragged the body of the old Bear Wife out to the

storehouse. The Fox stood beside the body ready to begin his wailing

and the Bear went back to the kitchen.

The moment the Bear was out of sight Mikko, the rascal, instead of

bewailing the old Bear Wife began gobbling her up! He just gobbled and

gobbled and gobbled as fast as he could.

"What's the matter?" the Bear called out after a few minutes. "Why

don't you begin?"

The Fox made no reply but kept on gobbling as hard as he could.

"Mikko! Mikko!" the Bear called out again. "What's the matter? Why

aren't you howling?"

By this time the Fox had made a good dinner, so he called back:

"Don't bother me! I'm busy eating! Yum! Yum! Yum! Bear meat is awful

good! Just give me a few more minutes and I'll be finished!"

At that the Bear rushed out of the kitchen in a terrible rage but the

Fox was already running off and the Bear was unable to catch him. He

did hit the end of his tail with the long spoon with which he had

been measuring the meal, but that was all.

Mikko, the rascal, got safely away. However, to this day his tail

shows the white mark of the meal.

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ADVENTURE V

MIRRI, THE CAT

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One day while the Fox was out walking in the forest he met a stranger.

"Good day," he said. "Who are you?"

"I am Mirri," the stranger said, "a poor unfortunate Cat out of

employment. I had service in a decent family but I've had to leave

them."

"Did they treat you badly?" the Fox asked.

"No, it wasn't that. They were considerate enough but they kept

getting poorer and poorer until finally they hadn't food enough to

feed us animals. Then I overheard the master say that soon they'd be

forced to eat us and that they'd begin with me. At that I decided it

was time for me to run away and here I am."

"My poor Cat," Mikko said, "you've had a cruel experience! Why don't

you take service with me?"

"Will I be safe with you?" the Cat asked. "Will you protect me?"

"Will I?" the Fox repeated boastfully. "My dear Mirri, once it becomes

known that you are Mikko's servant all the animals will show you a

wholesome respect."

"Well then, I'll enter your service," the Cat said.

So the bargain was struck and the Fox at once began to train his new

servant.

"Now, Mirri, tell me: what would you do if you suddenly met a Bear?"

"There's just one thing I could do, master: I'd run up a tree."

The Fox laughed.

"You must have more ways than one to meet such a situation! Take me

now: there are any of a hundred things that I could do if I met a

Bear!"

[Illustration: _He jerked quickly away and fled and the Bear was

left standing with his mouth wide open_]

Just then Osmo, the Bear, ambled softly up behind the Fox. The Cat saw

him and instantly flew up a tree. Before the Fox could move Osmo

clutched him firmly on the shoulder with his teeth.

"Oh, master, master!" the Cat called down from the tree. "What's this?

I with my one way have escaped and you with your hundred are caught!"

But the Fox paid no heed to the Cat. He twisted his head around and

looked reproachfully at the Bear.

"Why, Osmo, my dear old friend!" he said, "what in the world do you

mean taking hold of me so roughly! Ouch! You're nipping my shoulder,

really you are! I don't understand why you're acting this way! Here

I've always been such a good friend to you, so faithful, so true,

so--"

"What!" rumbled the Bear. "Faithful! True! Oh, you--"

Osmo's feelings overcame him to such an extent that he opened his jaws

to roar out freely his denial of the Fox's hypocrisy.

That gave the Fox just the chance he wanted. He jerked quickly away

and fled and the Bear was left standing with his mouth wide open.

Later when the Bear had ambled off the Fox returned and called the Cat

down from the tree.

"You see, Mirri," he remarked casually, "it wasn't anything at all for

me to get the best of the Bear!"

He could see that he had vastly impressed the Cat, so he let the

subject drop.

"Come along, Mirri," he said, "it's time for us to go home."

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[Illustration: _A terrible creature landed on his nose and drove it

full of pins and needles_]

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ADVENTURE VI

THE FOX'S SERVANT

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A day or so later the Fox met Pekka, the Wolf. The Fox hadn't seen

much of Pekka recently for Pekka had been having a hard time and had

been on the verge of starvation. Now he was sleek again and well fed

for he had recently killed an Ox.

"Good day, Pekka," the Fox said in a friendly way.

"Good day, Mikko. How are you?"

"Very fine indeed!" the Fox said. "You see I have a new servant. Oh,

he's a wonderful servant! He's not big to look at, you know, but he's

so strong and quick that he'd jump on you in a minute and eat you up

before you knew what was happening!"

"Really, Mikko?"

"Yes, really! You just ought to see him!"

"I'd like to see him," the Wolf said.

"Well, you might slip down now and take a peep in the kitchen. He's at

home. But, my dear Pekka, I warn you not to let him see you! If he

catches sight of you, I won't be responsible for the consequences!"