saying this, he hung the badger up to the rafters of his storehouse and went out to his work in the fields. the badger was in great distress, for he did not at all like the idea of being made into soup that night, and he thought and thought for a long time, trying to hit upon some plan by which he might escape. it was hard to think clearly in his uncomfortable position, for he had been hung upside down. very near him, at the entrance to the storehouse, looking out towards the green fields and the trees and the pleasant sunshine, stood the farmer's old wife pounding barley. she looked tired and old. her face was seamed with many wrinkles, and was as brown as leather, and every now and then she stopped to wipe the perspiration which rolled down her face.