Once upon a time a fox was in a very bad way with, the fleas, and he was so bad, that every stone he scratched himself against, he wore it to nothing. But at last, he thought of a good plan. He went into a field, where there was many sheep. He got up on one of the sheep, and he pulled, a bit of wool off her back. When he had it got, he went to a stream, and got in himself in it, and he placed the wool beside himself, and the fleas all went to to the wool. He had great ease ever since.