Reynaert, the fierce red one, still prowls the fields of Flanders. He steals his chickens and small game, irritates the farmer and gamekeeper, and slips away, full of clever tricks, when he is hunted, to the admiration of his pursuers. People love him and call him a rascal. People tell stories about him, many stories and tall tales, which if they are true honor him and which also honor him if they are not true - and that is often the case. He lives in the field and he lives there among the people. He also lives in literature, in the minds and hearts of writers and readers. - [Author]

Language: Dutch