Now, the rooster, who knew that the fox was known for his sly wit, said nothing, but looked out in the distance, as if he were seeing something. "At what are you looking so intently?" asked the fox.
"I see a pack of wild dogs," said the rooster, "I do believe they're coming our way, Mr. Fox. "Oh, I must go," said the fox.
"Please do not go yet, Mr. Fox," said the rooster, "I was just on my way down. We will wait on the dogs and discuss this new time of peace with all."
"No, no," said the fox, "I must go. The dogs have not heard of this treaty of peace yet.