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Then Chanticleer was very sorry, and cried bitterly; and all the

beasts came and wept with him over poor Partlet. And six mice

built a little hearse to carry her to her grave; and when it was

ready they harnessed themselves before it, and Chanticleer drove

them. On the way they met the fox. 'Where are you going,

Chanticleer?' said he. 'To bury my Partlet,' said the other. 'May

I go with you?' said the fox. 'Yes; but you must get up behind,

or my horses will not be able to draw you.' Then the fox got up

behind; and presently the wolf, the bear, the goat, and all the

beasts of the wood, came and climbed upon the hearse.