| The farmer gives you
your cloak back and thanks you for your assistance. You wipe off
the fox hairs, and also notice several small holes where the chickens apparently
pecked the fabric quite enthusiastically. Shaking your head, you
climb up the river bank and follow a path into the woods. A short
time later, a wagon pulled by an oxen comes by.
"I can take you as far as Saint Ives," the driver says. You hop in. The oxen trod slowly forward. "Ya know," the driver says. "The other day, I was going to Saint Ives, and I met this man with seven wives. And each of the wives had seven bags, and you won't believe this, but there were seven cats in each bag -- " |