The hen came out to pick up sticks for the fire and left the door open while doing so. The fox slipped in while her back was turned. She did not see him. He hid behind the door. As soon as the hen came in with her wood, she shut the door with a bang. She didn't see the fox sitting with his big fluffy tail on the floor. Imagine her shock when the fox crept up from behind her, then suddenly caught her. He forced her into the sack and tied up its mouth.
With a happy smile on his face, he began to walk to his den. So happy was he at the prospect of eating the hen that he paid no heed to the movements inside the sack. The hen had meanwhile taken out her sharp little knife from her pocket. She cut a hole in the bag and jumped out promptly. But immediately she picked up a great big and dropped it in the bag.
When the fox reached his den, he was literally salivating in anticipation. "Mother, mother, is the water boiling on the pot? For l have got a whole hen to boil in it.
Yes it is boiling hot. Just right for the hen," replied the mother.
Then the fox held the bag over the boiling water. P opppp fell the stone. Its heaviness made the water jump out of the pot. Splashing straight into the bodies of the fox and his mother. And killing them both in the process. After that the little hen did not find anyone bothering her in her little house in the forest.