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You make me sorry for you; come with me, I will teach you how

people get away from the hounds.' Just then came a hunter with

four dogs. The cat sprang nimbly up a tree, and sat down at the

top of it, where the branches and foliage quite concealed her.

'Open your sack, Mr Fox, open your sack,' cried the cat to him,

but the dogs had already seized him, and were holding him fast.

'Ah, Mr Fox,' cried the cat. 'You with your hundred arts are left

in the lurch! Had you been able to climb like me, you would not

have lost your life.'

THE FOUR CLEVER BROTHERS