The Wren and his army also came swarming through the air; they fluttered and buzzed enough to terrify one. And then they made for one another.
The Wren sent the Hornet down with orders to seat herself under the tail of the Fox and to sting him with all her might.
When the Fox felt the first sting he quivered, and raised one leg in the air; but he bore it bravely, and kept his tail erect. At the second sting he was forced to let it droop for a moment, but the third time he could bear it no longer; he screamed, and down went his tail between his legs. When the animals saw this they thought all was lost, and off they ran helter-skelter, as fast as they could go, each to his own den.
So the birds won the battle.
When it was over the King and the Queen flew home to their children, and cried, ‘Children, be happy! Eat and drink to your hearts’ content; we have won the battle.’
But the young Wrens said, ‘We won’t eat till the Bear comes here to make an apology, and says that we are really and truly your lawful children.’
The Wren flew to the Bear’s den, and cried, ‘Old Bruin, you will have to come and apologise to my children for calling them names, or else you will have all your ribs broken.’
So in great terror the Bear crept to the nest and apologised, and at last the young Wrens were satisfied, and they ate and drank and made merry till far into the night.
