When he had gone a little way he found a hound lying by the side of the road panting, as if he had run a long way.  »Now, Holdfast, what are you so out of breath about?«  said the donkey.  »Oh dear!«  said the dog,  »I am old, I get weaker every day, and can do no good in the hunt, so, as my master was going to have me killed, I have made my escape, but now how am I to gain a living?«—»I will tell you what,«  said the donkey,  »I am going to Bremen to become town musician.  You may as well go with me and take up music too.  I can play the lute and you can beat the drum.«  And the dog consented and they walked on together.