PETER'S BEAST STORIES
"Now," said Peter, "I'll tell you another lot of stories right out of the wood, as fresh as a spruce fir or a juniper. Here they are:—
PORK AND HONEY.
"At dawn the other day, when Bruin came tramping over the bog with a fat pig, Reynard sat up on a stone by the moorside.
"'Good day, grandsire,' said the fox, 'what's that so nice that you have there?'
"'Pork,' said Bruin.
"'Well! I have got a dainty bit, too,' said Reynard.
"'What is that?' asked the bear.
"'The biggest wild bees-comb I ever saw in my life,' said Reynard.
"'Indeed, you don't say so,' said Bruin, who grinned and licked his lips. He thought it would be so nice to taste a little honey. At last he said, 'Shall we swop our fare?'
"'Nay, nay!' said Reynard, 'I can't do that.'
"The end was that the
