Oldal 80 [80]
HERE was once a wonderful musician,
and he was one day walking through
a wood all alone, thinking of this and
that: and when he had nothing more
left to think about, he said to himself,
“T shall grow tired of being in this
wood, so I will bring out a good com¬
panion.”
So he took the fiddle that hung at
his back and fiddled so that the wood echoed. Before long a
wolf came through the thicket and trotted up to him.
“ Oh, here comes a wolf! I had no particular wish for
such company,” said the musician: but the wolf drew nearer,
and said to him,
“Ho, you musician, how finely you play! I must learn
how to play too."
‘That is easily done,’ answered the musician, “ you have
only to do exactly as I tell you.”
‘‘O musician,” said the wolf, “ I will obey you, as a scholar
does his master.”
The musician told him to come with him. As they went a
part of the way together they came to an old oak tree, which
was hollow within and cleft through the middle.
“Look here,” said the musician, “if you want to learn
how to fiddle, you must put your fore feet in this cleft.”
The wolf obeyed, but the musician took up a stone and
quickly wedged both his paws with one stroke, so fast, that
the wolf was a prisoner, and there obliged to stop.
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