at the seventy-fourth time, however, the hare could no longer reach the end. in the middle of the field he fell to the ground, blood streamed out of his mouth, and he lay dead on the spot. but the hedgehog took the louis-d’or which he had won and the bottle of brandy, called his wife out of the furrow, and both went home together in great delight, and if they are not dead, they are living there still.