' the whole of this day i have listened to those village hens clucking till i could bear it no longer , ' murmured she as she bounded along , hardly seeming to touch the ground . ' when you are fond of fowls and eggs it is the sweetest of all music . as sure as there is a sun in heaven i will have some of them this night , for i have grown so thin that my very bones rattle , and my poor babies are crying for food . ' and as she spoke she reached a little plot of grass , where the two roads joined , and flung herself under a tree to take a little rest , and to settle her plans . at this moment the wolf came up .
where did the fox fling herself to take a little rest ?
a tree .
under a tree .