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Once upon a time in a faraway land...
Two Men were traveling in
company through a forest, when, all at once, a huge Bear crashed
out of the brush near them.
One of the Men, thinking of his own safety, climbed a tree. The
other, unable to fight the savage beast alone, threw himself on
the ground and lay still, as if he were dead. He had heard that a
Bear will not touch a dead body. It must have been true, for the
Bear snuffed at the Man's head awhile, and then, seeming to be
satisfied that he was dead, walked away.
The Man in the tree climbed down. "It looked just as if that Bear
whispered in your ear," he said. "What did he tell you?" "He
said," answered the other, "that it was not at all wise to keep
company with a fellow who would desert his friend in a moment of
danger.
Once a Cat and a Fox were
traveling together. As they went along, picking up provisions on
the way—a stray mouse here, a fat chicken there—they began an
argument to while away the time between bites. And, as usually
happens when comrades argue, the talk began to get personal.
- "You think you are extremely clever, don't you?" said the Fox.
- "Do you pretend to know more than I? Why, I know a whole sackful
of tricks!" "Well," retorted the Cat, "I admit I know one trick
only, but that one, let me tell you, is worth a thousand of
yours!"
Just then, close by, they heard a hunter's horn and the yelping of
a pack of hounds. In an instant the Cat was up a tree, hiding
among the leaves.
-"This is my trick," he called to the Fox. "Now let me see what
yours are worth."
But the Fox had so many plans for escape he could not decide which
one to try first. He dodged here and there with the hounds at his
heels. He doubled on his tracks, he ran at top speed, he entered a
dozen burrows,—but all in vain. The hounds caught him, and soon
put an end to the boaster and all his tricks.
A Dove saw an Ant fall into a
brook. The Ant struggled in vain to reach the bank, and in pity,
the Dove dropped a blade of straw close beside it. Clinging to the
straw like a shipwrecked sailor to a broken spar, the Ant floated
safely to shore.
Soon after, the Ant saw a man getting ready to kill the Dove with
a stone. But just as he cast the stone, the Ant stung him in the
heel, so that the pain made him miss his aim, and the startled
Dove flew to safety in a distant wood.