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Then the robin told him all about the wicked red fox, and how there were only three baby robins left, and that he feared the fox would get them all.

The crow laughed. “Haw, haw! Red Fox thinks he is smart, but he is really foolish. He fooled you, though. He really has no ax, and he could not cut down this tree. When he comes again, you say to him, ‘I will give you no more of my baby birds. You have no ax.’ If he says, ‘Who told you that?’ you say, ‘Crow told me,’” and the crow flew away.

The next day Red Fox came back to the tree and demanded a little bird for his breakfast.

“No, no, Mr. Red Fox,” said the robin. “No little bird any more for you out of my nest.”

“You had better give me one quick,” said the fox, “or I will chop the tree right down and eat them all.” But the robin felt very safe and saucy now, so he sang a little song and said, “No, you won’t chop down this tree, because you haven’t any ax, and you are not as smart as you think you are, only foolish.”

“Who told you all that stuff?” asked the fox angrily. The robin sang another teasing song, then said, “Crow told me all that—about the ax and the ‘foolish’ and everything. So you had better get away, for you get no more of my babies.”