Peter Christen Asbjørnsen

“ A while after the man met the fox.
"Have you seen my horse and sledge?"
"Yes, I have," said the fox; "and Bruin Goodfellow sat on it and drove just as though he had stolen both horse and harness."
"De'il take him," said the man, "I'll be bound he'll drive my horse to death."
"If he does, flay him," said Reynard, "and roast him before the fire! But if you get your horse again you may give me a lift over the fell, for I can ride well, and besides I have a fancy to see how it feels when one has four legs before one." ”

“ Bruin, they say, is a brave fellow, but even he was not quite pleased with his drive this time. So there he sat, holding fast as well as he could, and he glared and grinned on all sides, and he thought of throwing himself off, but he was not used to sledge travelling, and so he made up his mind to sit still where he was.
So when he had driven a good bit he met a pedlar.
"Whither, in heaven's name, is the sheriff bound to-day? He has surely little time and a long way, he drives so fast." ”