wolf was living in a wooden hut and the fox in one made of ice so that
when spring came the vixen’s hut melted away. She then went to the wolf
with tears. “Goodwife, what is wrong?” the wolf asked her. “My hut is melted, may I live with you?” “Certainly,” the wolf agreed. Later that night another vixen came to visit and so the wolf woke up the first fox. “Thank you friend, I overslept,” the fox thanked the wolf. She then lead her friend softly up into the attic where the wolf kept his honey. They then ate half the wolf’s honey. The
next night the same thing happened again only this time the two of them
devoured all the honey as they gossiped in the attic. The next morning the fox was sick from having eaten so much. “Little cousin are you ill?” the wolf asked her. “Oh-oh!,” the fox groaned. “Yes my friend, I am very ill.” “Don’t worry,” the wolf assured her. “I have just the thing to make you better.” The wolf then went into the attic to get his honey but found it all gone. “Fox have you eaten my honey?” the wolf asked. “What do you think?” the fox asked. “Go
away from my hut, the wolf told the fox, I don’t want to see you ever
again,” the wolf told the fox before he set out to gather more honey.