62 THE FOX AND THE WOLF
'The cheese?' answered the fox; 'why I am taking it home to my babies, who are too young to get food for themselves.'
'Ah, traitor!' cried the wolf, howling with rage. But the fox was not there to hear this insult, for she had gone off to a neighbouring fowl-house, where she had noticed some fat young chickens the day before.
'Perhaps I did treat him rather badly,' she said to herself. 'But it seems getting cloudy, and if there should be heavy rain the other bucket will fill and sink to the bottom, and his will go up — at least it may!'
(From Cuenios Populares, por Antonio de Trueba.)