51 Tales translated to English by Lucy Crane & Illustrated by Walter Crane

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196                            GRIMM'S FAIRY TALES.
I will come out of the wood and steal away the child; you must rush after me, as if to save it from me. Then I must let it fall, and you must bring it back again to its parents, who will think that you have saved it, and will be much too grateful to do you any harm ; on the contrary, you will be received into full favour, and they will never let you want for anything again."
The dog was pleased with the plan, which was carried out accordingly. When the father saw the wolf running away with his child he cried out, and when old Sultan brought it back again, he was much pleased with him, and patted him, saying,
"Not a hair of him shall be touched; he shall have food and shelter as long as he lives." And he said to his wife,
"Go home directly and make some good stew for old Sultan, something that does not need biting; and get the pillow from my bed for him to lie on."
From that time old Sultan was made so comfortable that he had nothing left to wish for. Before long the wolf paid him a visit, to congratulate him that all had gone so well.
" But, old fellow," said he, " you must wink at my making off by chance with a fat sheep of your master's; perhaps one will escape some fine day."
" Don't reckon on that," answered the dog; " I cannot con­sent to it; I must remain true to my master."
But the wolf, not supposing it was said in earnest, came sneaking in the night to carry off the sheep. But the master, who had been warned by the faithful Sultan of the wolfs inten­tion, was waiting for him, and gave him a fine hiding with the threshing-flail. So the wolf had to make his escape, calling out to the dog,
" You shall pay for this, you traitor !"
The next morning the wolf sent the wild boar to call out the dog; and to appoint a meeting in the wood to receive satisfaction from him. Old Sultan could find no second but a cat with three legs; and as they set off together, the poor thing went limping along, holding her tail up in the air. The wolf and his second were already on the spot; when they saw their antagonists coming, and caught sight of the elevated tail of the cat, they thought it was a sabre they were bringing with them. And as the poor thing came limping on three legs, they supposed it was lifting a big stone to throw at