Once upon a time there was an old fox with nine tails who believed his wife was not faithful to him and wanted to tempt her. He stretched himself out under the bench, did not move a limb and posed as if he were as dead as a doornail. The vixen went to her chamber, locked herself in, and her maid, the maiden Cat, sat on the stove and cooked. When it became known that the old Fox had died, the suitors came forward. Then the maid heard that someone was standing at the house door and knocking; she went and opened, and there it was a young fox who spoke:

"What is she doing, spinster cat?
Is se sleeping or waking?"
She replied:
"I'm not asleep, I'm awake.
Does he want to know what I do?
I boil warm beer, put butter in it:
Will the Lord be my guest?"
"I thank you, maid," said the fox, "what does the lady fox do?" The maid answered:

"She's sitting on her chamber,
she laments her misery,
cries her little eyes silky red,
Because old Mr. Fox is dead."
"Why don't you tell her, maiden, that there is a young fox there who would like to free her." "It's all right, young master."
There went the Katz the Tripp the Trapp,
Then the door hit the clip the flap.
"Ms. Vixen, are you there?"
"Oh yes, my kitty, yes."
"It's a suitor out."
"My child, what does he look like?"

"Does he also have nine beautiful siskin tails like the blessed Mr. Fox?" "Oh no," replied the cat, "he has only one." "I don't want him like that."

The maiden cat went down and sent the suitor away. Soon after, there was another knock at the door, and there was another fox at the door, who wanted to free the Miss Vixen; he had two tails, but he was no better off than the first one. After that, others came, always with one more tail, and they were all refused, until at last one came who had nine tails like the old Mr. Fox. When the widow heard this, she spoke to the cat with joy:

"Now open the gate and door for me,
And sweep out old Mr. Fox."

But just as the wedding was about to be celebrated, old Mr. Fox stirred under the bench, beat up all the riffraff and chased them out of the house with Mrs. Fox.

Second fairy tale.
When old Mr. Fox died, the wolf came as a suitor, knocked at the door, and the cat, who served as a maid to Mrs. Fox, opened the door. The wolf greeted her, and spoke:
"Good afternoon, Mrs. Katz von Kehrewitz,
how come she is sitting alone?
What good is she doing there?"
The cat answered:
"Brock me some bread and milk:
Will the Lord be my guest?"
"Thank you, Mrs. Cat," answered the wolf, "the Mrs. Vixen not at home?"
The cat spoke:
"she sits up in the chamber,
weeps for her misery,
weeps for their great need,
That old Mr. Fox is dead."
The wolf answered:
"Will they have another man,
so it shall only gan down."
The cat ran up the stairs,
until she came in front of the long hall:
knocks with her five golden rings.
"Ms. Vixen, is she inside?
Will they have another man,
so it shall only gan down."
The vixen asked, "Is the gentleman wearing red pants and does he have a pointy mouth?" "No," answered the cat. "He can't serve me like that."
When the wolf was rejected, a dog, a deer, a hare, a bear, a lion, and one after another all the forest animals came. But always one of the good qualities that the old Mr. Fox had had was missing, and the cat had to send the suitor away each time. Finally a young fox came. Then the lady fox said, "Does the gentleman have red pants on, and does he have a pointed little mouth?" "Yes," said the Cat, "he does." "So let him come up," said the Fox, and told the maid to prepare the wedding feast.
"Cat, sweep out the parlor,
and throw the old fox out the window.
Brings many a big fat mouse,
she always ate alone,
But didn't give me any."

Then the wedding was held with the young Mr. Fox, and there was rejoicing and dancing, and if they have not stopped, they are still dancing.