But the fox cried
out: "Do not shoot me, and I will give you a piece of good advice! You
are now on the road to the golden bird, and this evening you will come
to a village where two inns stand opposite to each other--one will be
brilliantly lighted, and great merriment will be going on inside;
do not, however, go in, but rather enter the other, even though it
appears but a poor place to you."
"How can such a ridiculous animal give me rational advice?" thought
the young Prince, and shot at the fox, but missed it, so it ran away
with its tail in the air. The King's son then walked on, and in the
evening he came to a village where the two inns stood: in one there
was dancing and singing, but the other was quiet, and had a very mean
and wretched appearance.
"I should be an idiot," thought he to himself, "if I were to go
to this gloomy old inn while the other is so bright and cheerful."
Therefore, he went into the merry one, lived there in rioting and
revelry, and so forgot the golden bird, his father, and all good
behavior.
As time passed away, and the eldest son did not return home, the
second son set out on his travels to seek the golden bird. Like the
eldest brother, he met with the fox, and did not follow the good
advice it gave him.
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