IN TABLELAND 
 
 UC-NRLF 
 
 BY EMMA- SERL 
 
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 11 IN FABLELAND is charming 
 and I congratulate you upon put- 
 ting forth so desirable a "book. 
 The illustrations are delightful, 
 the print good, and the stories 
 well told." 
 
 NELLIE E. BARTON, 
 
 Training Department, 
 State Normal School, 
 Cheney, Wash. 
 
 "IN FABLELAND has "been used 
 with delightful success in our 
 First Grade and even in the Low 
 Second, where we frequently 
 dramatize the stories." 
 
 MARIE E. HALL, 
 
 State Normal School, 
 Chico, Gal. 
 
IN FABLELAND 
 
 BY 
 
 EMMA SERL 
 
 If 
 
 TEACHER OF PRIMARY METHODS, NORMAL TRAINING 
 DEPARTMENT, KANSAS CITY, MISSOURI 
 
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 HARRY E. WOOD 
 
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IN TABLELAND 
 
 WITH 
 
 LEO, the lion 
 LOBO, the wolf 
 REYNARD, the fox 
 
 BRUIN, the bear 
 
 BRUNO, the dog 
 DOBBIN, the horse 
 PUSSY, the cat 
 BUNNY, the hare 
 and their friends. 
 
hundred times as big as a fox. His 
 eyes are like fire, and his teeth are 
 like swords." 
 
 "I hope I shall never meet him," 
 said Reynard; "I know I should die of 
 fright." 
 
 Then Reynard saw the goat. He 
 was lying in the shade of a tree, chew- 
 ing his cud. 
 
 "Billy," said Reynard, "did you ever 
 see Leo, the lion?" 
 
 "Yes, I saw him once," said Billy. 
 "His head is as big as a house. His 
 mouth is like a cave, and his paws are 
 like trees. Oh, he is a dreadful animal! 55 
 
 "I hope I shall never meet him," said 
 
:eynard; "I know I should die of 
 ight." 
 
 The next day he saw Pussy, the cat. 
 "Pussy," said Reynard, "did you ever 
 see Leo, the lion?" 
 
 "Don't talk to me about him," said 
 Puss. "It frightens me to think of 
 him. I saw him once. He had just 
 killed a deer. He is a terrible animal. 
 When he roars the ground trembles. 
 When he growls the trees shake. And 
 when he walks in the woods the other 
 animals run and hide." 
 
 "I hope that I shall never meet 
 him," said Reynard; "I know I should 
 die of fright." 
 
"Listen," said Pussy. "I think I 
 hear him coming. Yes, there he is. 
 Bun, Beynard, run!" 
 
 But Eeynard was too frightened to 
 run. He lay down behind some bushes 
 and nearly died of fright. 
 
 After the lion had passed on, Eeynard 
 came out of the bushes and ran home. 
 
 "He is more dreadful than Bruin or 
 Billy or Pussy said he was. I hope I 
 shall never meet him again," he said. 
 
 A few days later Eeynard was hunt- 
 ing in the woods. Again he heard the 
 roar of Leo. This time Eeynard sat 
 down behind a rock and watched him 
 as he passed by. 
 
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"Well," said he, "that lion fright- 
 ened me dreadfully, but he is not 
 so terrible as the animals said." 
 
 The next morning Eeynard was on 
 the mountain. He saw Leo sitting in 
 
front of his den. He did not try to 
 hide this time. 
 
 He walked up to the lion and said, 
 "Good morning. Friend Leo. How are 
 you this fine day?" 
 
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THE FOX AND THE CROW 
 
 One day Mrs. Crow found a fine 
 piece of cheese. 
 
 "Here is a nice meal for my little 
 ones," she said. "I will take it home 
 to them. But first I '11 rest in this tree." 
 
 Keynard, the fox, passed by the tree. 
 He was on his way to the river for 
 some ducks. He looked up into the 
 tree and saw Mrs. Crow. 
 
 "Oh," said he to himself, "Mrs. 
 Crow has a fine piece of cheese. I 
 wish I had it. Perhaps I can get it. 
 If I can make her open her mouth 
 
 that cheese is mine." 
 
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Then he said out loud, "Good morn- 
 ing, Mrs. Crow. How well you are 
 looking to-day! I never saw you look 
 so beautiful. Won't you talk to me a 
 little?" 
 
 But Mrs. Crow did not say a word. 
 
 "I must try again," thought Reynard. 
 
 So he said, "Do you know what 
 Lobo, the wolf, said about you? He 
 said that you had a sweeter voice for 
 singing than any bird in the woods." 
 
 Now this pleased Mrs. Crow very 
 much. She was so silly as to believe 
 all that the fox told her. She hoped 
 he would talk some more, so she sat 
 quite still and listened. 
 
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"Dear Mrs. 
 Crow/ 5 said 
 Keynard, "how 
 I should love to 
 hear your voice ! 
 Won't you 
 please sing one 
 little song for 
 me? Then I 
 will go to Leo, 
 the lion, and 
 tell him that I 
 have found the 
 Queen of Birds." 
 
 Silly Mrs. 
 Crow knew that 
 
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she could not sing but she thought 
 she would: try. She opened her mouth 
 and said, "Caw, caw," as loud as she 
 could. 
 
 As she did so the cheese fell to the 
 ground. Keynard quickly ate it up. 
 
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"Thank you, Mrs. Crow," he said, "for 
 my good dinner. That was the best 
 cheese I ever tasted. Now let me give 
 you this advice: do not believe all that 
 foxes tell you." 
 
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THE WOLF AND THE KID 
 
 A herd of goats were eating grass 
 on the side of a hill. 
 
 "Don't go away/' said a mother goat 
 to her little one. " Stay here and the 
 dogs will take care of you. If you 
 go away Lobo, the wolf, may catch 
 you." 
 
 "All right, Mother," said the little 
 kid; "I will not go far." 
 
 For a while he ate the grass near 
 the others. 
 
 Then he said to himself, "What is 
 the use of staying here all the time? 
 This grass is dry. I can see some 
 
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grass by the pond that is fresh and 
 green. I am going down there. I 
 don't believe Lobo is near." 
 
 So the little kid ran down the hill. 
 
 Now Lobo, the wolf, was hidden in 
 the bushes near the pond. He wanted 
 to catch something to eat. 
 
 "There is a fine little kid," he said 
 to himself. "I think he is coming this 
 way. If he does I will catch hinL 
 What a fine dinner he will make!" 
 
 When the little kid came near, Lobo 
 jumped out and caught him by the 
 neck. 
 
 "Oh, Wolf," said the kid, "are you 
 going to kill me?" 
 
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"Yes," said Lobo, "I am going to 
 eat you for dinner." 
 
 "Before I die I should like to ask 
 one thing," said the little kid. 
 
 "Well, what is it?" asked Lobo. 
 
 "I have heard, Lobo," said the kid, 
 "that you can play beautifully on the 
 horn." 
 
 "Yes, I can play a little," said Lobo. 
 
 "Then, dear Lobo," said the kid, 
 "won't you play a tune and let me 
 dance a little before I die? I love to 
 dance." 
 
 "I never saw a kid dance," said 
 Lobo, "but I will play for you." 
 
 So Lobo played and the kid danced. 
 
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"That is fine, Lobo!" said the kid. 
 "But can't you play a little louder? I 
 like loud music to dance by." 
 
 So Lobo played as loud as he could. 
 
 The dogs who were watching the 
 goats heard the noise. 
 
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"What can be the matter?" said the 
 leader. "Let us go and see." 
 
 They ran down the hill and there 
 they saw Lobo playing and the poor 
 little kid dancing. 
 
 The dogs at once jumped upon the 
 wolf. Lobo dropped his horn and ran* 
 for the woods. 
 
 "How silly I was," he said to him- 
 self, "to play for that kid instead of 
 eating him!" 
 
THE DOG IN THE MANGER 
 
 "I wish I could find a quiet place to 
 take a nap," said Bruno one day. "The 
 flies bother me in my kennel. 55 
 
 "Why don't you go into the barn? 55 
 asked Pussy. "It is cool there, and the 
 hay is soft and sweet. 55 
 
 "That will be a good place/ 5 said 
 Bruno. " I am glad you told me about 
 it. Pussy. 55 
 
 In the barn he found a manger full 
 of hay. He curled himself up there 
 and was soon fast asleep. 
 
 At noon the oxen came home from 
 their work. They were hungry and 
 
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wanted the hay which was in the 
 manger. 
 
 The dog woke up and snapped and 
 growled at them. 
 
 "Please go away and let us have 
 our dinner," said one of the oxen. "We 
 are hungry. 55 
 
 "I won't go away," growled Bruno. 
 " I shall stay here as long as I like. 5 ' 
 
 "You don't eat hay, do you? 55 asked 
 the other ox. 
 
 "Of course I don't eat hay," said 
 Bruno. "Who ever heard of a dog 
 eating hay?" 
 
 "Well then, get away and let us 
 have it," said the oxen. 
 
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But Bruno only barked louder and 
 louder. 
 
 "You are a selfish fellow," said the 
 ox. "You can't eat the hay yourself 
 and yet you will not let any one else 
 have it." 
 
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THE LION AND THE GNAT 
 
 One day Leo lay down to rest. A 
 little gnat came and stung him on 
 the nose. 
 
 "Go away/ 5 said Leo, "or I will hit 
 you with my big paw." 
 
 "I am not afraid of you/ 5 said the 
 gnat. "I shall stay here as long as I 
 please." 
 
 "Do you say that you are not afraid 
 of me? 55 roared Leo. "You'd better go 
 away. Don't you know that I am 
 king of the beasts? I am stronger 
 than any animal in the forest." 
 
 "You think you are too big and 
 
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strong for me," said the little gnat. 
 "I am little but I can fight you just 
 the same." 
 
 " You fight me ? " said Leo. Why, I 
 could kill a hundred gnats with one 
 blow of my paw." 
 
 "Perhaps you could," said the gnat, 
 "but let us fight." 
 
 "All right," said Leo. "Go ahead." 
 
 Then the gnat stung Leo on his lip. 
 
 "There is my first blow," said the 
 gnat. 
 
 Leo tried to strike the gnat with his 
 paw. But the gnat was so quick that 
 Leo hit his own face instead. His 
 claws tore the flesh and made it bleed. 
 
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The gnat stung Leo in tlie corner 
 of his eye. 
 
 "Did you feel that, King Leo?" he 
 asked. 
 
 Again Leo struck at the gnat but 
 
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only hit himself again. This time his 
 sharp claw went into his eye. 
 
 "Never mind/' said Leo, "I'll catch 
 you yet!" 
 
 The gnat stung him on the nose. 
 
 Leo began to get angry. "I must 
 hit quicker and harder," he said to 
 himself, "if I want to catch that little 
 gnat." 
 
 So Leo hit harder and harder. The 
 gnat stung him again and again. Each 
 time Leo hit himself. 
 
 At last Leo said, "I can't stand this 
 any longer. My face is all covered 
 with blood and my eyes are nearly 
 swelled shut. 55 . 
 
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He got up and ran away as fast as 
 he could. 
 
 "Ho, ho!" laughed the gnat. "Now, 
 who is king, I wonder? Not the lion, 
 I think." 
 
 Then the gnat flew away through 
 the forest. 
 
 "I will stop here," he said "This 
 is a good place to rest awhile." 
 
 He flew to a little bush and lighted 
 on one of its leaves. But he did not see 
 the web which Madam Spider had just 
 finished spinning. His gauzy wings 
 were caught in the silken threads. 
 
 "I am caught, oh, I am caught!" 
 cried the gnat. 
 
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He tried and tried to get free, but 
 the web caught his wings and held 
 him fast. 
 
 "I shall die and be eaten up/' he said. 
 "I cannot get away. I can fight a big 
 lion but I cannot save myself from a 
 little spider,," 
 
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THE HARE AND HER FRIENDS 
 
 All the animals liked Bunny, the 
 hare. She was so little and kind and 
 good. She did not play tricks like 
 Reynard and she did not tell stories 
 like Lobo. 
 
 "I am your friend, Bunny," said 
 Dobbin, the horse. "I would do any- 
 thing for you." 
 
 "I am your friend too, Bunny," said 
 the goat. "Call 011 me if you want 
 anything." 
 
 "We are all your friends, Bunny," 
 said the other animals. "We will help 
 you at any time. You are so good," 
 
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"I am glad you all like me," said 
 Bunny. "One cannot have too many 
 friends." 
 
 One day Bunny heard the dogs 
 coming. 
 
 "I must get away/ 5 she said. "If 
 those dogs catch me they will kill 
 me in a minute. I will ask some of 
 my good friends to help me." 
 
 Just then the horse came down the 
 road. 
 
 "Oh, Dobbin/' called Bunny, "the 
 dogs are coming. I am afraid they 
 will catch me and eat me. You can 
 run so fast; won't you carry me away 
 on your back?" 
 
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"I should like to, Bunny," said Dob- 
 bin, "but I have to work to-day. Come 
 to me some other time when you are 
 in trouble. You have so many friends; 
 ask some one else to help you. There 
 is the donkey. Ask him." 
 
 "Oh, Donkey," cried Bunny, "the 
 dogs are coming. They will catch 
 me and eat me. Won't you carry 
 me away on your back?" 
 
 " I am very sorry, little Bunny," said 
 the donkey, "but I am not very well 
 to-day. I don't feel like running fast. 
 Some one else will help you. There is 
 the goat. Ask him." 
 
 "Oh, Billy," cried Bunny, "the dogs 
 
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are coming. Can't you hear them? 
 They will catch me and eat me. Please 
 carry me away on your back." 
 
 "Why, Bunny," said Billy, "I should 
 be glad to, but you see my back is 
 so rough. I am afraid it might hurt 
 your little feet. There is the sheep. 
 He has a nice soft woolly back. He 
 can carry you. Ask him." 
 
 "Oh, Sheep," cried Bunny, "the dogs 
 are coming. I am afraid they will 
 catch me and eat me. Won't you 
 carry me away on your soft back?" 
 
 "I cannot help you this time, 
 Bunny," said the sheep. "You know 
 some dogs bite sheep. I do not want 
 
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them to see me with you. There is 
 the calf. He can run. Ask him." 
 
 "Oh, Calf," cried Bunny, "the dogs 
 are coming. I am afraid they will eat 
 me. Please take me away." 
 
 "I should like to help you," said the 
 calf, "but I am afraid to do so. So 
 many older and wiser animals have re- 
 fused you, I think I'd better not try. 
 You know I am quite young." 
 
 "Well," said Bunny, "there is only 
 one thing left for me to do. I must 
 run. My own legs will save me if my 
 friends will not." 
 
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THE FOX AND THE GRAPES 
 
 Keyiiard, the fox, was very thirsty. 
 He had not found any water all day. 
 He said to himself, "I shall die if I 
 do not have a drink soon." 
 
 Sitting by the fence he saw Bunny, 
 the hare. 
 
 "Oh, Bunny/' he called, "come here. 
 I won't hurt you. I want to talk to 
 you. Do you know where I can get a 
 drink? I am so thirsty." 
 
 "Yes," said Bunny, "I know where 
 there is a nice spring of cold water, 
 but it is a long way from here." 
 
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Keynard said, "Take me to it, Bunny, 
 and I will give you something." 
 
 "No/ 5 said Bunny, "I can't go with 
 you. I am going after some cabbage. 
 But you can find it if you go down 
 the road to the big rock. I am in a 
 hurry, so good-by." 
 
 Reynard hunted and hunted for the 
 spring but could not find It. 
 
 Then he met Lobo, the wolf. 
 
 "Oh, Lobo," he said, "do you know 
 where I can get a drink? I am so 
 thirsty." 
 
 Lobo said, " No, I do not know where 
 there is any water but I know where 
 there are some nice grapes, I ate some 
 
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once when I was 
 thirsty. Jump 
 over this fence 
 and run up the 
 hill. You will find 
 them there. I am 
 going to catch a 
 sheep. Good-by." 
 
 Reynard found 
 the grapes but 
 they were in a 
 high tree. 
 
 "What fine 
 juicy grapes!" he 
 said. "How sweet 
 they will taste! 
 
I shall not be thirsty after I get some 
 of them. I cannot climb the tree but 
 I think I can jump and reach them 
 
 So he jumped and jumped. 
 
 "This is hard work/ 5 said he. "I 
 wish they were not so high." 
 
 Then he jumped again and again. 
 
 At last he said, "I cannot get them. 
 But I do not care. I know they are 
 sour grapes." 
 
THE LION'S SHARE 
 
 Reynard stopped at Leo's home one 
 afternoon. 
 
 "Oh, Leo," he called, "are you at 
 home?" 
 
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"Yes, I am here," said the lion. 
 "What do you want?" 
 
 "The donkey and I are going hunt- 
 ing," said Reynard. " We want you to 
 go with us." 
 
 "I shall be glad to go," said Leo. 
 "I was just wishing for something 
 to eat." 
 
 So the lion, the donkey, and the fox 
 started out together. 
 
 They had not gone far when they 
 caught a fine large deer. 
 
 "Let us rest here and eat it," said 
 Leo. "I am hungry. Donkey, you 
 divide it. Give each one the part he 
 should have." 
 
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So the donkey took the deer and 
 divided it into three equal parts 
 
 "Now I think the parts are even," 
 he said. " Which part do you want, 
 Leo?" 
 
 Leo looked at the parts. Then he 
 grew angry. 
 
 "What do you mean. Donkey, by 
 taking so much for yourself?" he said. 
 
 "The parts are even," said the don- 
 key. "If you don't like the way I 
 have divided it you need not take 
 any." 
 
 This made Leo still more angry. 
 He sprang upon the donkey and killed 
 him. 
 
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"Now, Reynard," he said, " there are 
 only two of us. See if you can divide 
 the deer." 
 
 Then Reynard put all the meat in 
 one pile except a little piece of the 
 leg. He put this off by itselfc 
 
 "This big pile is your share, Leo," 
 said Reynard. "This little piece of 
 the leg is mine." 
 
 Leo was very much pleased with 
 the fox. 
 
 "Reynard," he said, "who taught 
 you how to divide the deer so well?" 
 
 "The dead donkey taught me how," 
 said Reynard. 
 
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LOBO AND THE LAMB 
 
 Lobo was hungry and thirsty. 
 
 "I wish I could find some good cold 
 water," he said. 
 
 Soon he met Leo, the lion. 
 
 "Leo," he said, "do you know where 
 I can get a drink?" 
 
 "Yes," said Leo; "there is a fine 
 stream on the other side of the 
 hill." 
 
 Lobo ran over the hill as fast as he 
 could. 
 
 There he found the stream of clear, 
 cold water. 
 
 "How good this is!" he said. "Now 
 
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if I only had something to eat I should 
 be happy." 
 
 He looked down the stream and 
 there on the other side was a little 
 lamb. 
 
 "There is my dinner," said Lobo. 
 "Such a nice fat lamb! I must find 
 some excuse for killing him." 
 
 So he called out in an angry voice, 
 "How dare you make the water 
 muddy when I want to drink it?" 
 
 "I am not making it muddy," said 
 the lamb. "Don't you see that the 
 water runs from you to me? See how 
 clear and bright it is." 
 
 Lobo saw that he had made a mis- 
 
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take. "1 must find some other way to 
 quarrel," lie said to himself. 
 
 Then he said out loud, "You are the 
 lamb who called me names last year, 
 Reynard told me you did." 
 
 "Reynard has told you a story," said 
 the lamb. "I have never talked about 
 you; and I was not born a year ago." 
 
 "Well," said the wolf, "if it was not 
 you it must have been your father. 
 Anyway it is all the same." 
 
 Then the wolf sprang across the 
 stream, caught the poor lamb, and ate 
 him up. 
 
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REYNARD AND MRS. CRANE 
 
 "I think I will play a trick on Mrs. 
 Crane," said Reynard one day. 
 
 So he went to the pond where Mrs. 
 Crane lived. 
 
 "Good morning, Mrs. Crane," said 
 Eeynard. "You have not been to my 
 house for a long time. Won't you 
 come and take dinner with me to-day?" 
 
 "Thank you, Eeynard," said Mrs. 
 Crane. "I shall be glad to come." 
 
 When dinner was ready, all they 
 had to eat was soup served in a big 
 flat dish. 
 
 "Come and eat," said Eeynard. "I 
 hope you will like this good hot soup/ 3 
 
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Mrs. Crane with her long bill could 
 get nothing out of the dish. 
 
 Reynard with his broad tongue 
 quickly ate up all the soup. 
 
 "Why, Mrs. Crane/' said Reynard, 
 "you didn't eat anything." 
 
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"No," said Mrs. Crane, "I can't eat 
 out of such a flat dish." 
 
 Reynard laughed at Mrs. Crane. 
 
 "That is a good joke," he said. 
 
 "I must go now," said Mrs. Crane. 
 "Won't you come and take dinner 
 with me to-morrow?" 
 
 " Thank you," said Eeynard. "I shall 
 be glad to." 
 
 So next day Reynard went to Mrs. 
 Crane's home. 
 
 "Good morning, Reynard," said Mrs. 
 Crane. "Dinner is ready. Come this 
 way. Here is soup in this tall jar. 
 I hope you will like it." 
 
 The jar was tall and the neck was 
 
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narrow. The soup did not reach to the 
 top. Eeynard could not get a taste. 
 Mrs. Crane with her long bill ate it all. 
 "How do you like my joke/ Rey- 
 nard?" asked Mrs. Crane. 
 
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THE DOG AND HIS SHADOW 
 
 One day Mr. Brown, the butcher, 
 said, "Are you hungry, Bruno? You 
 look nearly starved. Here is a fine 
 piece of meat." 
 
 Bruno was glad to get the meat,, 
 He started for home as fast as he 
 could run. On the way he passed 
 Reynard, the fox. 
 
 "Hello, Bruno," said Reynard. 
 "Where did you get that nice piece 
 of meat? Can't you stop and talk 
 awhile? It is such a long time since 
 you came to see me. Do stop for a 
 few minutes." 
 
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But Bruno had heard of Keynard's 
 tricks and he only ran on faster. 
 
 On the way home he had to cross a 
 little stream of water. He stopped on 
 the bridge and looked down. He saw 
 his shadow in the water. 
 
 "Why," he said to himself, "there 
 is another dog. He has some meat 
 too. I believe his piece is larger than 
 mine. Yes, I am sure it is larger. I 
 am going to fight that dog and get 
 his piece of meat." 
 
 So Bruno dropped his piece of meat 
 into the water. He jumped in to fight 
 the other dog. But there was no other 
 dog there. 
 
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Then he tried to find his own piece 
 of meat, but it was at the bottom of 
 the river. 
 
 "By being so greedy I have lost my 
 dinner," said Bruno to himself as he 
 walked slowly home. 
 
HOW THE MONKEY SETTLED 
 THE QUARREL 
 
 Pussy and another cat once found 
 a big piece of cheese. They began to 
 quarrel about it. 
 
 Jocko, the monkey, passed that way. 
 He heard them quarreling and stopped 
 to listen. 
 
 "Why, Pussy," he said, "what is the 
 matter?" 
 
 "I found this piece of cheese," said 
 Pussy. "It is mine, and I am going to 
 keep it." 
 
 "No, it is mine," said the other cat. 
 "I saw it first." 
 
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"But I ran and picked it up first," 
 said Pussy. "So it is mine, isn't it, 
 Jocko?" 
 
 "Why don't you cut it into two 
 parts and each take one part?" asked 
 the monkey. 
 
 "That is a good idea," said Pussy. 
 "I will cut it at once." 
 
 "No, you shall not," said the other 
 cat. "I will cut it myself." 
 
 "I will not let you cut it," said 
 Pussy. "I know you would take the 
 larger piece." 
 
 "Let me cut it," said the monkey. 
 "I am sure I can cut it into two equal 
 parts." 
 
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"That is fair," said Pussy. "I can 
 trust you, Jocko." 
 
 "You are a good friend of mine, 
 Jocko," said the other cat. "Cut it 
 as quickly as you can." 
 
 So Jocko got a big knife. He cut 
 the cheese into two pieces. Then he 
 looked at each part. 
 
 "I think this piece is larger than 
 the other," he said. "Yes, I know it is 
 larger. I will bite some off this piece, 
 so that both will be alike." 
 
 Then he took a big bite off one piece. 
 
 "Now I believe the other piece 
 is a little larger," said he. "I will 
 take a little off that one too." 
 
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"Oh, Jocko," cried Pussy, "don't 
 do that. Give us our cheese and let 
 us go." 
 
 "No," said Jocko, "I will not give it 
 to you until both parts are even. You 
 might quarrel again if I did. Now 
 you see this part is larger. I will fix 
 it." 
 
 "Oh, Jocko," cried the other cat, 
 "give us our cheese. We will not 
 quarrel any more. Indeed, we will 
 not." 
 
 "Just wait a little," said the monkey. 
 
 He nibbled first from one piece and 
 then from the other. 
 
 Now, Jocko," said Pussy, "please 
 
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give us the rest. There is not much 
 left, but let us have it." 
 
 "What is left," said Jocko, "is just 
 enough to pay me for settling this 
 quarrel. You don't expect me to work 
 for nothing, do you?" 
 
 Then he quickly ate all the cheese 
 that was left and ran away. 
 
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"What foolish cats we are!" said 
 Pussy. "By quarreling we have fed 
 the monkey while we shall have to go 
 hungry." 
 
 "Yes," said the other cat. "We will 
 not quarrel again." 
 
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THE WOLF AND THE SHEEP 
 
 Some dogs chased Lobo one day. 
 One of them bit him in the neck. 
 Lobo turned to fight him when another 
 bit his leg. A third bit his side. 
 
 "I can't fight so many," said Lobo. 
 
 So he ran to the woods as fast as he 
 could. The dogs could not follow him 
 there. 
 
 Lobo lay down under some bushes. 
 The blood ran from his side and legs. 
 He was weak and faint. He stayed 
 there for three days. 
 
 "What shall I do?" said he, I am 
 too weak to hunt for food. I shall die 
 
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unless I can get something to eat. If 
 some animal would only come near me, 
 I might catch it." 
 
 Soon a sheep came that way looking 
 for grass. 
 
 "Oh, Sheep," cried Lobo, "where are 
 you going?" 
 
 "I am going over to the other hill," 
 said the sheep. "The grass there is 
 fresh and green." 
 
 "I am sick," said Lobo. "Won't you 
 stop and do something for me first?" 
 
 "What do you want?" said the 
 sheep. 
 
 "I am hungry and thirsty," said 
 Lobo. "The dogs bit my legs so that 
 
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I cannot walk. If you will only bring 
 me a drink I am sure I can find some 
 meat." 
 
 "No, I will not," said the sheep. "If 
 I go near enough to give you a drink, 
 you will use me for meat." 
 
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THE CAT AND THE MICE 
 
 The city mouse lived with her 
 brothers and sisters in a fine big house. 
 
 A cat lived there too. Every day 
 she hunted for mice. Nearly every 
 day she caught one or two. 
 
 "What shall we do?" cried one mouse. 
 "She will soon eat all of us." 
 
 One night the mice had a meeting 
 to talk about the dreadful cat. Each 
 mouse told how the cat had frightened 
 him. 
 
 One mouse said, "If I go to the pan- 
 try to get a bit of cheese, she jumps at 
 
 me. 53 
 
 62 
 
Another said, "If I go to the kitchen 
 for a little piece of bread, I can see 
 her bright eyes shining in the dark." 
 
 A little mouse said, "Last week I 
 went to the dining room to pick up 
 a few crumbs. She chased me and 
 nearly caught me. I was so fright- 
 ened that I have not dared to go out 
 of my hole since." 
 
 "We must do something," said an 
 old mouse. 
 
 "Let us all together run at her and 
 bite her," said one. 
 
 "No," said another, "that will not do. 
 We cannot frighten her." 
 
 "Listen to me," said a young mouse. 
 
 63 
 
"I have a fine plan. You know the 
 cat walks so softly that we can never 
 hear her coming. Let us tie a bell 
 around her neck. When she walks 
 the bell will ring. Then we can hear 
 it and run away." 
 
 64 
 
"Good, good!" cried the mice. 
 "What a fine plan! Let us get a bell 
 at once." 
 
 "Wait a minute," cried an old mouse. 
 "Which of you is going to tie the bell 
 on the cat?" 
 
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REYNARD IN THE WELL 
 
 One day as Reynard was going 
 through a field he fell into a well. 
 There was not much water in the well 
 but he could not get out. He called 
 for help as loud as he could. 
 
 "I don't see how I can ever get out 
 of this unless some one comes to help 
 me," he said. 
 
 He called again and again. 
 
 After a long time, Lobo, the wolf, 
 passed that way. He stopped to listen. 
 
 "I think I hear some one calling," 
 he said to himself. "It sounds like that 
 fox, Eeynard. I wonder where he is." 
 
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Then he saw the well and looked in. 
 Away down at the bottom he saw 
 Eeynard. 
 
 "Why, Reynard/' he said, "is that 
 you?" 
 
 "Yes, it is I," said Reynard. "I am 
 so glad to see you, Lobo. I know you 
 will help me out." 
 
 "How did you get down there, Rey- 
 nard?" asked Lobo. "I should think 
 you would be very cold." 
 
 "I fell in," said Reynard. "I was 
 running and I did not see the well. 
 Please help me out. Then I will tell 
 you all about it." 
 
 "Poor little Reynard!" said Lobo. 
 
 67 
 
"Your fur is all wet, too. I am afraid 
 you will be sick." 
 
 "Won't you please help me now, 
 Lobo? I am so cold," said Eeynard, be- 
 ginning to cry. 
 
 "I am so sorry for you, Eeynard," 
 said Lobo. "I am afraid you will starve 
 if you don't get out soon. How dread- 
 ful it would be if you were to die!" 
 
 "Oh, Wolf," said Eeynard, "don't talk 
 so much. Help me out first and then 
 pity me afterward." 
 
 But Lobo only laughed and ran 
 away. 
 
 Eeynard called and called after him, 
 but he did not come back. 
 
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After a while, the goat heard Rey- 
 nard calling. He went to the well and 
 looked in. 
 
 When he saw the fox he said, "Why, 
 Reynard, what are you doing down 
 there?" 
 
 "I shall not tell him that I am in 
 trouble," said Reynard to himself. 
 
 Then he said out loud, "Oh, I just 
 came down here to get a drink. It is 
 so nice and cool and the water is so 
 good that I like to stay here." 
 
 "I am very thirsty," said the goat. 
 "I wish I had some water." 
 
 "Come down," said Reynard. "There 
 is plenty for both of us." 
 
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"How can I get down?" asked the 
 goat. 
 
 "Jump and I will catch you," said 
 Reynard. 
 
 So the goat jumped into the well 
 with the fox and drank all the water 
 he could. 
 
 "Isn^t this fine water?" asked Rey- 
 nard. 
 
 "Yes, the best I ever tasted. Now 
 how do we get out?" 
 
 " That is easy," said Reynard. " First, 
 
 ^put your forefeet up against the side 
 
 of the well as high as you can reach. 
 
 That is the way. Then I step on your 
 
 shoulders and on your head and jump 
 
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\\ 
 
 out. Like this. Now I am out. Thank 
 you very much, Billy. 55 
 
 Then Eeynard walked away and left 
 the poor goat in the well. 
 
 "Eeynard, Eeynard, 55 he called, "come 
 back and help me out. 55 
 
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"I haven't time," said Eeynard. "It 
 is getting late, and I must go home. 
 But let me tell you something: if you 
 had been wise you would have looked 
 before you leaped." 
 
THE WOLF AND THE CRANE 
 
 Lobo, the wolf, went hunting and 
 caught a fat duck. He was hungry 
 and he ate it so fast that a bone stuck 
 in his throat. 
 
 "Oh, what shall I do?" cried Lobo. 
 "I cannot get it out. I am afraid I 
 shall choke to death." 
 
 Just then he saw Reynard, the fox, 
 running across a field. 
 
 "Oh, Reynard," he called, "please 
 come here. I have a bone in my throat. 
 I am afraid I shall choke to death. 
 Please help me get it out." 
 
 "I won't do it/' said Reynard. "You 
 
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would not help me out of the well yes- 
 terday. I won't help you now." 
 
 Then Lobo saw Bunny, the hare. 
 
 "Bunny, Bunny," he called, "please 
 help me. I have a bone in my throat. 
 I am afraid I shall choke to death." 
 
 "That is too bad," said Bunny, 
 "Open your mouth and let me see. 
 Yes, I can see it but, Lobo, I cannot 
 reach it. I will tell you what to do. 
 Go down to the lake and call Mrs. 
 Crane. She has such a long bill, that 
 I am sure she can get it out." 
 
 So Lobo went down to the lake 
 where Mrs. Crane lived. 
 
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She was out in the water trying to 
 catch some frogs. 
 
 "Dear Mrs. Crane," Lobo called, 
 "won't you come here? I want you to 
 help me." 
 
 "No, I will not," Mrs. Crane said. 
 "You killed one of my brothers and I 
 know you want to catch me, too." 
 
 " Please help me," begged Lobo. " In- 
 deed, I will not hurt you. I have a 
 bone in my throat and I cannot get it 
 out. You have such a nice long bill, 
 I am sure you could pull it out. Do 
 come and try. I will pay you well if 
 you will." 
 
 So Mrs. Crane came out of the lake. 
 
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Then Lobo opened his mouth very wide 
 and Mrs. Crane looked down his throat. 
 
 "I see it," she said. "Now hold still, 
 Lobo." 
 
 She put her head into Lobo's mouth. 
 Her long bill caught hold of the bone, 
 and it was out in a minute. 
 
 76 
 
"Here it is, Lobo," said Mrs. Crane. 
 "Now give me my money and I will 
 go." 
 
 "I will not give you anything," said 
 Lbbo. "Wasn't it pay enough that I 
 did not bite your head off when I had 
 
 V 
 
 it in my mouth? What more do you 
 want?" 
 
 77 
 
THE ANT AND THE GRASSHOPPER 
 
 A grasshopper met an ant in the 
 field one day. 
 
 "Why do you work so hard, Mrs. 
 Ant?" asked the grasshopper. "Come 
 over here and play with me." 
 
 "I cannot play with you. Grasshop- 
 per," said the ant. "I am putting away 
 food for winter. Don't you do any 
 work?" 
 
 "Oh, I don't like to work," said the 
 grasshopper. "It is more fun to jump 
 and sing." 
 
 "But winter is coming," said the ant. 
 
 "What is the use of thinking about 
 
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winter?" asked the grasshopper. "There 
 is plenty of food now, and I want to 
 have a good time." 
 
 "You may be sorry some day/' said 
 the ant. "I haven't time to talk to 
 you any longer. Good-by." 
 
 The cold days came. The ground 
 was hard, and everything was covered 
 with snow. 
 
 The grasshopper could find nothing 
 to eat. At last he went to the ants' 
 house. 
 
 "Dear Ants," he said, "won't you 
 please give me something to eat? I 
 am so cold and hungry." 
 
 "Why have you no food of your 
 
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own? 59 asked a big ant. "Why did you 
 not save some grain and leaves last 
 summer?" 
 
 "Oh," said the grasshopper, "I was so 
 happy last summer, I could not work. 
 It was so warm and bright that I 
 sang and danced all day." 
 
 "Well," said the ants, "if you danced 
 all summer you will have to starve all 
 winter." ' 
 
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THE COUNTRY MOUSE AND THE 
 CITY MOUSE 
 
 A mouse had a nice little home in 
 the country. Her cousin lived in a 
 big house in the city. 
 
 One day the city mouse came to 
 visit her. 
 
 "Good morning," she said. "I have 
 come a long way to see you. I was 
 afraid I might not find you at home so 
 I came early." 
 
 "I am very glad to see you," said the 
 country mouse. "Sit down and rest 
 while I get dinner. Here are beans 
 
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and peas and some grains of wheat. 
 Do come and eat." 
 
 "Poor thing!" thought the city 
 mouse. "How little she has to eat! 
 I should think she would starve; but 
 
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I must not let her see that I am sorry 
 for her." 
 
 Then she said out loud, "You are 
 very kind. I did not have any break- 
 fast this morning. I am very hungry." 
 
 And she politely nibbled a few peas 
 and ate some wheat. 
 
 When they had finished, the city 
 mouse said, "Don't you get very lone- 
 some out here in the country?" 
 
 "No," said the country mouse, "I like 
 it here." 
 
 "But it is so quiet," said the city 
 mouse. "In the city there is so much 
 to see and do." 
 
 "It must be very wonderful there," 
 
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said the country mouse. "Please tell 
 ine about it." 
 
 "My sisters and I live in a very large 
 house," said the city mouse. "There 
 are many rooms, and we have such 
 fine things to eat." 
 
 "What kind of things?" asked the 
 country mouse. 
 
 "Oh, cake and pie and cheese and 
 turkey, and everything good that you 
 can think of," replied the city mouse. 
 
 "I wish I could have some of them," 
 said the country mouse. "I have never 
 tasted pie or cake." 
 
 "Come home with me," said the city 
 
 84 
 
mouse. "I will give you all the good 
 things you can eat." 
 
 "I wish I might go," said the coun- 
 try mouse. 
 
 "Go with me to-night," said the city 
 mouse. " There is plenty of room 
 
 4 
 
 where I live. After you have been 
 there a few days you will never want 
 to come back here." 
 
 "All right," said the country mouse. 
 "I will go." 
 
 "We will start as soon as it is dark/ 5 
 said the city mouse. "Then no one 
 
 can see us." 
 
 So as soon as it was dark, the coun- 
 try mouse and her cousin started for 
 
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the city. They ran and ran until the 
 country mouse was tired. 
 
 "Cousin," she said, "let us stop here 
 and rest. I am so tired that I cannot 
 run another step." 
 
 "Oh, come on," said the city mouse. 
 "It is not much farther. Think of the 
 good supper we shall have." 
 
 So they ran on again. 
 
 "Here is the house," said the city 
 mouse. "Now follow me and I will 
 show you the hole where we get in. 
 Now we are in. Look! Isn't this a 
 fine place?" 
 
 "Yes." said the country mouse, "it is 
 
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beautiful. Now where are the good 
 things to eat?" 
 
 "They are in the pantry," said the 
 city mouse. "Come this way. Now, 
 can't you smell them? Slip through 
 this hole and then you shall have all 
 you want." 
 
 "Is this big place the pantry?" asked 
 the country mouse. 
 
 "Yes; now jump up on this shelf. 
 Here are the cakes. Over there are 
 the pies. Just try some of this crust. 
 Isn't it good?" ' 
 
 "Yes, indeed," she said. "Oh, Cousin, 
 I am so glad I came home with you! 
 I want to stay here always." 
 
 87 
 
Just then the door opened. 
 
 "Bun," said the city mouse. "Get 
 back into the hole." 
 
 Both the mice ran into the hole as 
 fast as they could go. 
 
 88 
 
"What was that?" asked the country 
 mouse. "Oh, I was so frightened!" 
 
 "That was only the cook," said the 
 city mouse. "She will leave in a min- 
 ute. Then we can go out and get 
 some more to eat. She has gone now. 
 Come, I smell some cheese." 
 
 They were soon back on the shelf, 
 trying the meat and cheese. 
 
 Suddenly the door opened again and 
 they heard a loud bark. 
 
 Again the mice ran for their holes. 
 
 "Oh, Cousin," cried the country 
 mouse, "what dreadful thing was 
 that?" 
 
 "That was only the dog," said the 
 
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city mouse. "He won't stay long. 
 Then we can go back again. But 
 what is the matter?" 
 
 "I am going home. Cousin," said the 
 country mouse. "You may have your 
 pies and cakes and be frightened all 
 the time if you want to. I would 
 rather have my beans and corn in a 
 quiet place. Good-by." 
 
 90 
 
THE CROW AND THE PITCHER 
 
 "I wish I could find a drink," said 
 Mrs. Crow one afternoon. "I haven't 
 had any water since morning." 
 
 "I know where you can get some," 
 said Bunny, the hare. 
 
 "Do tell me," said Mrs. Crow. "I am 
 so thirsty." 
 
 "Do you see that tree over there?" 
 asked Bunny. 
 
 "Yes," said Mrs. Crow, "I see it." 
 
 "By the side of it is a big pitcher of 
 water," said the hare. 
 
 "Thank you, Bunny; you are very 
 good," said Mrs. Crow. "I will go at 
 
 once." 
 
 91 
 
She flew quickly to the tree. 
 
 "Yes, here is the pitcher/ 3 she said. 
 "Now I shall have a good drink." 
 
 The pitcher was tall, and there was 
 not much water in it. 
 
 Mrs. Crow tried to drink, but her bill 
 could not reach the water. 
 
 She tried first on one side of the 
 pitcher and then on the other. She 
 could not wet even the tip of her 
 bill. 
 
 "What shall I do?" said Mrs. Crow. 
 "I must have a drink." 
 
 She stood still and thought for a 
 minute. 
 
 "Perhaps I can break the pitcher," 
 
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she said. "Then I can get a drink as 
 the water runs out." 
 
 She pecked it with her bill, and she 
 hit it with her foot. 
 
 "No, it is too hard," she said. "I 
 cannot break it. I wonder if I could 
 tip it over." 
 
 She pushed against the pitcher, but 
 she could not move it. 
 
 "What a heavy pitcher!" she said. 
 
 She stopped and thought again. 
 
 "I will try another plan," she said. 
 
 Near the pitcher was a number of 
 little pebbles. She picked up one in 
 her bill and dropped it into the pitcher, 
 
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^ 
 .^fm^$5* 
 
 Then she 
 dropped an- 
 other in. After 
 many pebbles 
 were dropped 
 in, the water 
 reached nearly 
 to the top, and 
 Mrs. Crow had 
 a drink. 
 
 "Where 
 there's a will 
 there's a way," 
 she said as she 
 flew off. 
 
REYNARD AND PUSSY 
 
 Eeynard met Pussy in the forest one 
 day. 
 
 "Do you know any tricks, Pussy?" 
 asked Eeynard. 
 
 "I know one or two," said Pussy. 
 
 "Only one or two?" asked Reynard. 
 "That is not very many." 
 
 "But they are very good ones," said 
 Pussy. "How many tricks do you 
 know, Reynard?" 
 
 "Oh, I know a thousand," said Rey- 
 nard. "I know more tricks than any 
 animal in the forest. I know a hun- 
 dred tricks to play 011 dogs. What 
 
 95 
 
would you do. Pussy, if the dogs were 
 to come?" 
 
 "I should have but one plan," said 
 Pussy. "If that did not help me, I 
 should be caught." 
 
 "Poor Pussy," said Eeynard. "I am 
 sorry for you. I will teach you a few 
 of my tricks, if you want me to." 
 
 "Listen," said Pussy. "I think I 
 hear the dogs. There they come, Eey- 
 nard. I will try my one trick." 
 
 Pussy ran up a tree and sat down on 
 one of the branches. The dogs barked 
 at her, but they could not reach her. 
 
 "Now I will see Reynard play some 
 of his tricks," said Pussy. 
 
 96 
 
But the fox with his many tricks 
 could not get out of sight. The dogs 
 chased him and bit him. 
 
 Pussy watched from the tree. 
 
 "One good plan is worth a hundred 
 little tricks," she said. 
 
 97 
 
LOBO AND BRUNO 
 
 One day Bruno met Lobo, the wolf, 
 in the woods. 
 
 "Why, Lobo/ 5 he said, "what is the 
 matter? You are so thin, I hardly 
 knew you." 
 
 "I am nearly starved, Bruno," said 
 Lobo. "I haven't had anything to eat 
 for a long time." 
 
 "Can't you catch anything?" asked 
 Bruno. 
 
 "No," said Lobo. "I have hunted 
 and hunted, but I can't find even a 
 mouse. How fat you are, Bruno! You 
 must have a great deal to eat." 
 
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"Oh, yes," said Bruno. "I have all 
 that I want." 
 
 "Where do you get it?" asked Lobo. 
 
 "My master gives it to me." 
 
 "Does he give you meat?" 
 
 "Yes, I have meat three times each 
 day. Sometimes there is so much that 
 I cannot eat it all. Then I take what 
 is left and bury it. My master is very 
 good to me. He plays with me and 
 pets me every day." 
 
 "I wish I had such a home," said 
 Lobo. 
 
 "Come home with me," said Bruno. 
 "You can live with me and help me 
 guard the house at night." 
 
 99 
 
That will be fine/' said Lobo. Let 
 us go at once." 
 
 So Bruno and Lobo ran down the 
 road together. 
 
 They had not gone far when Lobo 
 
 100 
 
said, "Wait a minute, Bruno. What 
 is that mark on the side of your neck?" 
 
 "That isn't anything," said Bruno. 
 "The chain rubbed the hair off a little 
 bit." 
 
 "What chain?" asked Lobo. 
 
 "The one they fasten me with," said 
 Bruno. 
 
 "Do they fasten you with a chain?" 
 asked Lobo. 
 
 "Why, yes," said Bruno, "all dogs 
 are fastened with chains, sometimes." 
 
 "Would they fasten me, too?" asked 
 Lobo. 
 
 "Yes," said Bruno, "I think they 
 
 would, once in a while." 
 
 101 
 
"1 wbii't be fastened with a chain," 
 said Lobo. "I am going back to the 
 woods. I would rather be f ree, even if 
 I do not get much to eat, than to have 
 three meals each day and be fastened 
 with a chain." 
 
 102 
 
THE QUARREL 
 
 "Where are you going, Leo?" asked 
 Bruin one morning. 
 
 "I am going hunting," said Leo. "I 
 haven't had anything to eat for two 
 days." 
 
 "Let me go with you," said Bruin. 
 "I think I know where we can catch a 
 
 deer." 
 
 ^ 
 
 "I am very fond of fat deer," said 
 Leo. "Which way shall we go?" 
 
 "Let us go up on the mountain," said 
 Bruin. "I caught some sheep there 
 last week." 
 
 103 
 
So Leo and Bruin started off to- 
 gether. 
 
 For a long time they hunted, but 
 could not find anything. At last they 
 saw a little deer. They both sprang 
 upon it and killed it. 
 
 The deer was small, and Leo and 
 Bruin were both hungry. 
 
 "There is not enough for both of 
 us," said Leo. "You go and catch 
 something else, Bruin. I want all of 
 this deer myself." 
 
 "You shall not have it," said Bruin. 
 "I brought you up here and showed 
 you where to find it. It is mine." 
 
 104 
 
"No, it is not," said Leo. "I killed 
 it with my strong jaws." 
 
 "No, I killed it with my big paws/' 
 said Bruin. 
 
 Then they began to fight. Leo bit 
 Bruin, and Bruin hit Leo. Leo roared, 
 and -Bruin growled. 
 
 Reynard, the fox, was also hunting 
 on the mountain that morning. He 
 heard the noise and came to see what 
 was the matter. 
 
 "Why, Bruin and Leo are fighting," 
 he said. "I will watch them awhile. 
 I will hide behind this bush so they 
 cannot see me." 
 
 105 
 
So he sat down and watched them a 
 long time. 
 
 "I wonder what they are fighting 
 about," Eeynard said to himself. "I 
 think I will creep up a little nearer 
 and see." 
 
 Then he hid behind a big rock that 
 was near. 
 
 "Oh, yes, I see," said he. "They 
 have killed a little deer and both want 
 it. I think that deer would make a 
 good dinner for me. I will wait 
 awhile." 
 
 Leo and Bruin still fought. At last 
 they became so tired and worn out 
 that they could fight 110 longer. They 
 
 106 
 
lay upon the ground and glared at each 
 other. 
 
 "Now is my time/' said Eeynard. 
 He slipped up quietly, seized the deer 
 and ran away with it. 
 
 107 
 
The lion and the bear saw him and 
 tried to chase him, but they were too 
 tired to go far. 
 
 They lay down again and watched 
 Reynard. Over on the other hill he 
 was having a fine dinner. 
 
 "How foolish we are/ 5 said the lion, 
 "to take all this trouble to feed the 
 fox!" 
 
 108 
 
THE BLUE WOLF 
 
 One night, Lobo, the wolf, went 
 down to the home of Farmer Davis. 
 
 The farmer's wife had that day 
 been using some blue dye. "I will 
 leave it here in this tub," she said. "I 
 may want it in the morning." 
 
 As Lobo jumped over the fence he 
 fell into the tub. 
 
 "Dear me!" he said. "What is this? 
 My fur is all wet with some queer 
 stuff. I do not like it." 
 
 He tried to lick it off, but it tasted 
 so bad that he soon stopped. He shook 
 
 109 
 
himself again arid again, but still he 
 could not get it out of his fur. 
 
 Next morning he went down to the 
 pond and looked at himself in the water. 
 
 "Why," he said, "I am blue. That 
 stuff has made my brown fur turn blue. 
 What shall I do? What will the other 
 wolves say when they see me ? I don't 
 want them to see me. I think I will 
 run away." 
 
 So he went to the other side of the 
 mountain and stayed there three days. 
 
 Then he said, "I don't like it here. 
 I want to go home. I know what I 
 will do. I will play a trick on the 
 
 other animals." 
 
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So he went back home, but he walked 
 slowly and did not speak to any one. 
 
 The other animals all came to look 
 at him. They did not know that it 
 was Lobo. 
 
 "What a queer animal!" said Rey- 
 nard. "Who can he be? I never saw 
 a blue animal before." 
 
 "He looks very strange," said the 
 goat. "Do you think he will eat us?" 
 
 "I am afraid of him," said the mon- 
 key. "I don't like the color of his fur." 
 
 After the animals had all looked at 
 him and talked about him, Lobo sat 
 down and called them to him. 
 
 "Listen to me," he said in a strange 
 
 111 
 
voice. "I have come to be your king. 
 Don't you see that I am different from 
 any of you? I have blue fur. No 
 other animal has such fur. It is only 
 for kings. Leo, the lion, hasn't such 
 fur. I will be king in his place." 
 
 "Good! 5 * cried some of the animals. 
 "It will be fine to have a king with 
 blue fur." 
 
 But some of the wolves talked to- 
 gether. 
 
 "I think he looks like us," said one 
 wolf. 
 
 "Do as I say," said an old wolf. "Slip 
 up behind him and give the howl of 
 the pack. If he is a wolf he will 
 
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answer. Then we shall know who 
 he is." 
 
 So the wolves slipped up behind him. 
 Then all together they gave a loud 
 howl. 
 
 Before he thought Lobo answered. 
 
 "Ho, ho, Lobo!" cried the wolves, 
 " we know you." 
 
 "You are not a king!" cried the other 
 animals. 
 
 " Blue fur will not make a king of a 
 wolf," said Reynard. 
 
 113 
 
THE LION AND THE MOUSE 
 
 One day, Leo, the lion, lay down by 
 his den. 
 
 "I am so tired," he said, "I am going 
 to take a nap." 
 
 He was soon fast asleep. 
 
 A mouse lived near Leo's den. She 
 was hurrying home to her little ones. 
 She thought the lion's paw was a root 
 and ran across it. 
 
 This woke the lion up. He was 
 angry and roared loudly. The mouse 
 was so frightened that she could not 
 move. 
 
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Then Leo raised his big paw and put 
 it down 011 the poor little mouse. 
 
 She squealed and squealed. 
 
 "Oh, please, Leo, let me go," she 
 begged. 
 
 "No, I will not let you go," said Leo. 
 
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"You woke me up, and I am going to 
 eat you." 
 
 "I did not mean to wake you up, 
 Leo," said the mouse. "I thought your 
 paw was a root. Please do not eat me." 
 
 "But I am hungry," said Leo. "I 
 want something to eat." 
 
 "Oh, I am so little, Leo! It would 
 take a hundred mice to make a dinner 
 for you. Let me go and I will do 
 something for you some day." 
 
 "That is a good joke," said Leo. 
 "What do you think a little mouse like 
 you could do for me?" 
 
 "I don't know, Leo," she said, "but 
 please let me go." 
 
 116 
 
"Well, I will let you go this time," 
 said Leo. "But don't wake me up 
 again when I am asleep." 
 
 The mouse ran away to her home 
 and her little ones. 
 
 The next day Leo went out to hunt. 
 He had not gone far when he was 
 caught in the net of some hunters. 
 
 He roared and roared. 
 
 The mouse was at the door of her 
 little home. 
 
 "I wonder what that noise is," she 
 said. " It must be Leo. How he roars ! 
 Something must be the matter. I 
 think I will go and see." 
 
 117 
 
She ran toward the woods and soon 
 found the lion. 
 
 "Why, Leo," she said, "what is the 
 matter?" 
 
 "I am caught in this net," said Leo, 
 "and I can't get out. Soon the hunters 
 will come and kill me." 
 
 "Can't you break those ropes?" asked 
 the mouse. 
 
 "No, they are too strong," said Leo. 
 "I am afraid I shall have to die." 
 
 "Let me help you," she said. "I 
 think I can gnaw some of the ropes. 
 Hold still, Leo. Don't roar so." 
 
 Then she used her sharp little 
 teeth. 
 
 118 
 
Soon one of the ropes was cut, then 
 another and another. 
 
 "I think I can break the others," said 
 Leo. "Now I am free. Thank you, 
 dear little Mouse; you saved my life." 
 
 "You see I did help you, Leo," she 
 said, "even though I am only a mouse." 
 
 119 
 
REYNARD AND THE HEN 
 
 One moonlight night Eeyiiard started 
 out hunting. 
 
 "I think I know how to get a good 
 fat hen to-night," he said to himself. 
 
 He met Bruin on the road. 
 
 "Where are you going?" asked the 
 bear. 
 
 "I am going to the henhouse for a 
 nice fat hen/' said Eeynard. 
 
 "You'd better be careful," said Bruin. 
 "Farmer Davis has bought a new dog. 
 He is a great big fellow and is not 
 afraid of any animal. He nearly caught 
 Lobo last week." 
 
 120 
 
"I am not afraid," said Reynard. "I 
 know a trick or two." 
 
 Soon he reached the henhouse. 
 
 High on a perch was a fine young 
 hen. 
 
 "There is my supper," said Keyiiard, 
 "but how can I get it? I shall have 
 to try a trick." 
 
 Then he called softly, "Madam Hen, 
 Madam Hen, wake up! Have you 
 heard the news?" 
 
 "What news?" asked the hen. 
 
 "Good news," said Reynard. 
 
 "What is it?" asked the hen. 
 
 "King Leo has made a new law," 
 said Reynard. 
 
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"I have not heard of it," said the hen. 
 
 "I have come to tell you about it, 55 
 said Reynard. "King Leo says that 
 no animal shall kill any other animal. 
 He says that all animals and birds 
 must be good friends." 
 
 "That is fine news," said the hen. 
 "I am so glad to hear it." 
 
 "Come down here, Madam Hen, and 
 I will tell you more about it," said 
 Reynard. 
 
 " Listen! " said the hen. " I think I 
 hear some one coming." 
 
 "Who is it?" asked Reynard. 
 
 "I think it is the dog," said the hen. 
 
 "I must go," said Reynard. 
 
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"Why do you hurry?" asked the hen. 
 "I was just coming down. Stay and 
 talk the good news over with the dog." 
 
 "I haven't time to talk to him now," 
 
 
 
 said the fox. 
 
 "Wait a minute," called the hen. 
 "Here he comes. I am sure he will 
 want to meet such a good friend." 
 
 But Eeynard was running as fast as 
 he could. 
 
 "I should like to stay," he called back, 
 "but I am afraid the dog may not have 
 heard of the new law." 
 
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HOW LOBO TOOK CARE OF THE SHEEP 
 
 Lobo, the wolf, saw a flock of sheep 
 on the side of the mountain. 
 
 "What fine sheep those are!" he said 
 to himself. "I hope Leo or Bruin will 
 not find them. I want them for my- 
 self. I wonder how I can get them." 
 
 He watched them all day, but the 
 shepherd was with them and Lobo did 
 not dare go very near. 
 
 The next day he came again and 
 watched them. The shepherd saw 
 him and said, "There is the wolf that 
 was here yesterday. If he comes 
 nearer I shall kill him." 
 
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Just then Reynard came along. 
 
 "I will drive him away," said Lobo. 
 
 He ran at Reynard and made him 
 go back to the woods. Then he came 
 back and watched the sheep. 
 
 "That must be a good wolf," said the 
 shepherd. "He drove away the fox. 
 I believe he wants to help me." 
 
 The next day Bruin came from the 
 other side of the mountain. 
 
 "There is the bear that stole a lamb 
 last week," said the shepherd. 
 
 Lobo ran at the bear. He bit him 
 until Bruin was glad to run away. 
 
 "Good Lobo," said the shepherd, "you 
 are better than a dozen dogs." 
 
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Every day Lobo came and watched 
 the sheep, and every day the shepherd 
 let him come a little nearer. 
 
 One day the shepherd said, "Lobo, 
 you are such a good wolf, you cao 
 
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watcli the sheep as well as I can. I 
 must go to town this afternoon. You 
 take care of the sheep. Don't let Bruin 
 or Leo get any of them." 
 
 Then the shepherd went away and 
 Lobo was left with the sheep. 
 
 "This is just the chance I have been 
 waiting for," said Lobo. 
 
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He sprang among the sheep and 
 killed a large number of them. 
 
 After he had eaten as many as he 
 could he started for the woods. 
 
 "I think the shepherd will soon be 
 home," Lobo said to himself. "He may 
 be a little cross when he gets here. I 
 don't think I care to see him." 
 
 When the shepherd returned he 
 found that Lobo was gone and many of 
 the sheep were killed. 
 
 "It serves me right/ 5 he said, "for 
 trusting my sheep to a wolf." 
 
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THE HARE AND THE TORTOISE 
 
 One day the brown hare met a tor- 
 toise. He had never seen one before. 
 
 "What a queer fellow you are!" said 
 the hare. "What short legs you have! 
 Can you run?" 
 
 "I cannot run very fast," said the 
 tortoise, "but I can beat some animals." 
 
 " How funny ! " said the hare. " Now, 
 Mr. Tortoise, I should like to know 
 what animal you could beat?" 
 
 "Well, Mr. Hare," said the tortoise. 
 "I could beat you." 
 
 The hare laughed and laughed. 
 
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"That is the best joke I ever heard," 
 he said. "You must be crazy." 
 
 "No, I am not crazy," said the tor- 
 toise. "I know what I am talking 
 about. Shall we race, Mr. Hare?" 
 
 "All right, I will race," said the hare; 
 "but it is very funny." 
 
 "There is the fox over there in the 
 road," said the tortoise. "Ask him to 
 come and see that the race is fair." 
 
 "Oh, Eeynard," called the hare, 
 "come here. This silly tortoise wants 
 to run a race with me. Isn't that a 
 joke? We want you to tell us when 
 to start and how far to run." 
 
 "All right," said the fox. "I like to 
 
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see races. Do you see that big tree 
 down there in the road? The one who 
 gets there first wins the race. Now 
 get back here on this line. Start 
 when I count three. Now, one, TWO, 
 THREE!" 
 
 When Eeynard said "Three," away 
 they both went. 
 
 The hare jumped along fora minute 
 or two, then he looked around. 
 
 "I wonder where that tortoise is," he 
 said to himself. "The idea of think- 
 ing that he could race with me! It is 
 hot to-day. What is the use of my 
 going so fast? I will lie down and 
 take a little nap." 
 
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The poor tortoise was left far behind. 
 
 "I know I cannot go very fast but I 
 will get to the tree some time," he said 
 to himself. 
 
 He moved slowly along the road. 
 After a while he saw the hare. 
 
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"Why," he said, "here is the hare. 
 I do believe he is asleep. How queer 
 that he should go to sleep when he is 
 running a race! If he will only sleep 
 a little longer I can win." 
 
 After a while the hare woke up 
 
 "Well," he said, "I had a good nap. 
 I don't see that tortoise anywhere. I 
 wonder if I slept too long." 
 
 He ran down the road as fast as he 
 could. 
 
 When he reached the tree, Eeynard 
 and the tortoise were both there wait- 
 ing for him. 
 
 "Slow and steady work wins the 
 race," said Reynard. 
 
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THE FROG AND THE MOUSE 
 
 A frog and a mouse once became 
 good friends. 
 
 The frog lived most of the time in 
 the water. He sometimes went to visit 
 the mouse. 
 
 "I have such a nice home, Mrs. 
 Mouse," said the frog one day. "I wish 
 you would come and see where I 
 live. 55 
 
 "But you live under the water, 55 said 
 the mouse. "I cannot go there for I 
 cannot swim. 55 
 
 "I will teach you how to swim, 55 said 
 the frog. 
 
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" I am afraid I cannot learn/ 7 said the 
 mouse. 
 
 "Oh, it is very easy/' said the frog. 
 "Just let me show you how. I'll tie 
 your foot to mine with a piece of grass. 
 Then I can drag you in the water until 
 you can swim by yourself." 
 
 So the mouse went with the frog. 
 
 The frog laughed to himself. "What 
 a good joke this will be on Mrs. Mouse !" 
 he said. 
 
 Soon they came to the edge of the 
 water. The frog gave a big leap. He 
 went far under the water. Poor Mrs 
 Mouse went, too. 
 
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"Oh, Mr. Frog, I don't like this," she 
 said. "Please take me to the shore." 
 
 But the frog only laughed. 
 
 "Come, let us swim some more," he 
 said. 
 
 But the little mouse did not answer. 
 She was dead. 
 
 The frog swam back and forth and 
 jumped and played. 
 
 The dead mouse floated on the top 
 of the water near him. 
 
 A fish hawk flew over the pond. She 
 was looking for something to eat. 
 
 "Here is a dead mouse," she said. 
 "I will take it home to my little 
 
 ones." 
 
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The hawk picked up the mouse in 
 her talons and flew away with it. 
 
 The frog had to go too, for his leg 
 was still tied to the dead mouse. 
 
 "I wish I had not played that joke," 
 he said. 
 
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THE SICK LION 
 
 Leo, the lion, was sick. He stayed 
 in his den all day. 
 
 He said, "Oh, I am so sick! I cannot 
 stand or walk. I can catch nothing to 
 eat. I know I shall starve." 
 
 Just then a goat passed by. 
 
 "I wish I could catch that goat," said 
 Leo to himself. "What a good dinner 
 he would make!" 
 
 So he called as loud as he could, 
 "Oh, Goat, won't you come in to see 
 me? I am sick and I want some one 
 to talk to. Do come in for a little 
 while." 
 
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The goat went into the lion s den. 
 Leo caught him and ate him up. 
 
 The next day a gray rabbit hopped 
 along near the den. 
 
 "He is not very big/' said Leo, "but 
 I think I can catch him." 
 
 Then he called, "Oh, little Rabbit, 
 wait a minute. I haven't seen you for 
 a long time. I am very sick. Won't 
 you come in? I am all alone and I 
 need some one to take care of me." 
 
 The rabbit hopped into the lion's 
 den. Leo caught him and ate him up. 
 
 Next a big, white sheep came to the 
 door and looked in. 
 
 "Oh, come in and help me," called 
 
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Leo. "I am so sick that I think I am 
 going to die. I am all alone. Please 
 come in and sit by my side." 
 
 The big, white sheep went into the 
 lion's den. Leo caught him and ate 
 him up, too. 
 
 After a while Leo looked out of the 
 door again. He saw Reynard, the fox, 
 sitting at the other side of the road. 
 
 "How do you do, Reynard!" called 
 Leo. "Why don't you come over to 
 see me? You know I am very sick. 
 It does me so much good to see my kind 
 friends. Do come in." 
 
 "No, thank you, friend Leo," said 
 Reynard, "I do not want to come to 
 
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see you. 1 think it is better for me to 
 stay out here. I see that the tracks of 
 the goat and the rabbit and the big, 
 white sheep all point toward your den. 
 But I do not see their tracks pointing 
 out again." 
 
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THE WOLF IN SHEEP'S CLOTHING 
 
 As Lobo was going home one morn- 
 ing he met his cousin. 
 
 "Where are you going, Cousin?" he 
 asked. 
 
 "I am going after some sheep, Lobo," 
 said the other wolf. "Won't you go 
 too ? I know where there is a fine flock." 
 
 "I don't think I want to go," said 
 Lobo. "I know where the flock is. The 
 shepherd let me take care of the sheep 
 once last summer. He does not like 
 me very well now. I heard him say 
 he would kill every wolf he could find. 
 You'd better not go." 
 
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"I am not afraid," said the other 
 wolf. "I know a new trick. I will 
 fool the shepherd." 
 
 "How will you do it?" asked Lobo. 
 
 "I will tell you," said the wolf. 
 "Last week I found the skin of a 
 sheep. I am going to dress myself in 
 it. Then the shepherd will think that 
 I am a sheep." 
 
 "I am afraid he will kill you," said 
 Lobo. 
 
 The wolf laughed and ran away. 
 
 That night he put on the sheep's 
 skin. It covered him all over. He 
 looked like a big, white sheep. 
 
 Next morning when the sheep were 
 
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eating grass he slipped in among them. 
 He pretended to eat grass too. 
 
 The shepherd did not notice him, and 
 he stayed there all day. 
 
 Next morning when the shepherd 
 was riot looking he caught a lamb and 
 ate it. The next day he ate a sheep. 
 He did this for several days. 
 
 Then the shepherd counted the 
 sheep. 
 
 "Some of my sheep and lambs are 
 gone," he said. "Where can they be? 
 I have not seen any wolves around." 
 
 The next morning he counted the 
 sheep again. 
 
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"Two more sheep are gone/ 5 he said. 
 "I do not understand it. Perhaps they 
 are lost. I will go and look for 
 them." 
 
 The shepherd climbed up the moun- 
 tain. Behind a rock he saw two sheep. 
 
 "There are my two sheep/' he said. 
 " But how queer ! One of them is 
 eating the other. I will find out about 
 this." 
 
 Soon he saw that one of the animals 
 was a wolf. 
 
 He struck the wolf with his club. 
 Then he took a rope and hanged him 
 on a tree. 
 
 "Now," said the shepherd, "I think 
 
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you will not eat any more of my 
 sheep." 
 
 Some men passed by. 
 
 "Why, Shepherd," they said, "what 
 made you hang a sheep?" 
 
 "I did not hang a sheep," he said. 
 "I hanged a wolf who was dressed in 
 sheep's clothing." 
 
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HOW REYNARD LOST HIS TAIL 
 
 One day Reynard said to Lobo, "Let 
 us go hunting to-night. Farmer Davis 
 has some nice, fat hens. They are easy 
 to catch. We can get them as soon as 
 it is dark." 
 
 "I don't think I will go with you, 
 Reynard," said Lobo. "Farmer Davis 
 has some new traps. Bruin told me 
 so. He said that one of them nearly 
 caught him. I am afraid of them. I 
 don't want to go." 
 
 "I am not afraid of traps," said Rey- 
 nard. "I never saw a trap that could 
 catch me. An animal who gets caught 
 
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in a trap is very stupid. Traps may 
 catch bears and rabbits but they can't 
 catch foxes. I am sorry you won't go 
 with me." 
 
 As soon as it was dark, Eeynard 
 started for the henhouse. 
 
 He said to himself, "Farmer Davis 
 thinks he can catch me but he can't. 
 I don't care for traps. I have never 
 been caught in one yet." 
 
 Eeynard was hungry and he ran as 
 fast as he could. 
 
 Soon he came near the farmer's 
 house. 
 
 "I will stop here a minute," said 
 Reynard, "I think I smell something. 
 
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Some one has 
 been here. Oh, 
 I see. Here 
 is a trap. It 
 must be the 
 one Bruin was 
 talking about. 
 How very silly 
 any animal 
 must be to get 
 caught in a 
 trap like that!" 
 K e y n ar d 
 started away 
 but suddenly 
 
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the trap shut and snapped off his big, 
 bushy tail. 
 
 Eeynard howled and howled. Then 
 he ran to the woods as fast as he could 
 go. 
 
 "What shall I do?" he said to him- 
 self. "The other animals will all laugh 
 at me because I have no tail. I don't 
 want any of them to see me. I will 
 hide in the bushes." 
 
 So Eeynard hid for a long time. 
 
 Then he thought of a plan. He sent 
 for all the other foxes to come to him. 
 When they came he made a speech, but 
 he stood with his back against a tree. 
 
 He said, "My dear foxes, let us all 
 
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cut off our tails. They are of no use 
 to us. They are always in the way 
 when we run through the bushes. I 
 am sure we could all run faster with- 
 out them. Let us cut them off at 
 
 once." 
 
 "Why do you stand so close to the 
 tree, Keynard?" asked an old fox. 
 "Turn around and let us see your tail." 
 
 But Reynard would not move. Then 
 a big fox pushed him away. 
 
 "Look! Look!" cried the old fox. 
 "He has already lost his tail. All he 
 wants is to help himself and not us." 
 
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THE CAT AND THE CHESTNUTS 
 
 Jocko and Pussy were one day tak- 
 ing a walk. 
 
 "Oh, see," said Jocko, "here is a fire 
 which some hunters have left. Let us 
 sit down and warm ourselves." 
 
 "I wish we had something to eat," 
 said Puss. 
 
 "Here are some chestnuts," said 
 Jocko. "Let us roast them the way 
 the men do." 
 
 "How is that?" said Pussy. 
 
 "First you drop them on the coals, 
 this way," said Jocko. "After they 
 
burst open I will show you how to get 
 them out." 
 
 "I have never eaten any," said Pussy. 
 "Are they very good?" 
 
 "Oh, they are fine," said Jocko. 
 "You will like them better than any- 
 thing you have ever tasted." 
 
 "I think they are done," said Pussy. 
 "Now how do we get them?" 
 
 "That is easy, Pussy," said Jocko. 
 "You take your paw and pull them out 
 of the fire. Then I will break them 
 open." 
 
 "But, Jocko," said Pussy, "the fire is 
 so hot, I shall burn my paw." 
 
 "I am sure you can get the chestnuts 
 
if you try, Pussy/' said Jocko. "Your 
 paw is almost exactly like a man's 
 hand." 
 
 Pussy was pleased at this. She 
 reached for the chestnuts, but the coals 
 burned her paw and she began to cry. 
 
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"Don't cry. Pussy," said Jocko. "Try 
 again. You are so clever, I am sure 
 you can get them." 
 
 Pussy tried again and again. At 
 last she got three chestnuts out of the 
 fire. 
 
 "I can't get any more. Jocko," she 
 said, "My paw is dreadfully burned. 
 Give me the three chestnuts. I want 
 to taste them." 
 
 But Jocko had eaten the chestnuts 
 when Pussy was not looking. 
 
 "A cat's paw," he said, "can pull 
 chestnuts out of a fire better than any- 
 thing I know of." 
 
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THE EAGLE AND THE TORTOISE 
 
 One day the tortoise saw an eagle. 
 The eagle was high above him in the 
 sky. 
 
 "How fine it must be to fly in the 
 air like that!" said the tortoise. "I am 
 tired of crawling about 011 the ground. 
 I want to learn to fly." 
 
 Soon the eagle came down near the 
 tortoise. 
 
 "Oh, Eagle," said the tortoise, "won't 
 you teach me how to fly?" 
 
 "Why, Tortoise," said the eagle, "you 
 have no wings. How can you learn 
 to fly?" 
 
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"I will try very hard to learn if you 
 will only show me a little. 55 
 
 "You cannot fly, 55 said the eagle. 
 "Only birds can fly. You were made 
 to crawl on the ground. 55 
 
 Then the eagle flew up in the sky. 
 
 The tortoise was unhappy because 
 he could not fly, too. 
 
 The next day he went to the eagle 
 again. 
 
 "Please teach me to fly, 55 he said. 
 "I want to go up in the sky as you do. 55 
 
 "You cannot fly, 55 said the eagle. 
 "Don't think about it any more. 55 
 
 The next day the tortoise came 
 again. 
 
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"Eagle," he said, "I will pay you if 
 you will teach me to fly. I must learn." 
 
 Then the eagle was angry. 
 
 "When do you want your first les- 
 son?" he said. 
 
 "Now," said the tortoise. 
 
 "All right," said the eagle. "First, 
 I will take you in my claws and fly up 
 in the sky." 
 
 When they were up high the eagle 
 let go of the tortoise and said, "Now 
 fly." 
 
 Of course the tortoise could not fly. 
 He fell down, down until he struck the 
 rocks below. 
 
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THE LION AND THE ECHO 
 
 I 
 
 Leo, the lion, came down the moun- 
 tain one morning. He was looking for 
 something to eat, but he could not find 
 anything. This made him cross, and he 
 growled loudly. 
 
 An echo growled back at him. 
 
 Leo was surprised. 
 
 "What was that?" he said. 
 
 He growled loudly again, and again 
 his growl came back to him. 
 
 "I believe it is a man," he said. "I 
 wish I could find him." 
 
 He crept softly through the woods. 
 He could not find any one. 
 
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He growled and then he roared. 
 
 Echo roared too. 
 
 "That sounds like another lion/' he 
 said to himself. 
 
 Then he called as loud as he could, 
 "Whose voice is that which roars at 
 mine?" 
 
 Echo answered, "Mine." 
 
 This made Leo angry, and he called 
 again, "Who are you?" 
 
 Echo said, "Who are you?" 
 
 "I am a great and strong lion," cried 
 Leo. 
 
 "Lion," Echo answered. 
 
 Leo ran toward the voice and shouted, 
 "Come here and show yourself." 
 
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"Elf," answered Echo. 
 
 Leo was still more angry. He ran 
 back and forth through the woods. He 
 growled and roared, and Echo growled 
 and roared too. 
 
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"I know it is some other lion/' said 
 Leo. "He lias come here and thinks 
 he will be king in my place. But he 
 shall not be king. I will find him, and 
 then we shall see who is stronger." 
 
 Leo rushed through the woods again. 
 The louder he roared the louder Echo 
 roared. Sometimes the voice seemed 
 to come from one part of the woods, 
 but when Leo reached there Echo was 
 in some other place. 
 
 Now Eeynard was out hunting that 
 morning, too. He heard the angry 
 roars of Leo and came to see what was 
 the matter. 
 
 "I think I will not go close to Leo 
 
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just now," he said. "He is too cross." 
 So Eeynard sat down behind a big- 
 rock. He saw Leo run through the 
 woods. He heard him growl and roar, 
 and he heard the answer of Echo. 
 
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At last Leo was so tired that he had 
 to sit down and rest. 
 
 Then Reynard crept quietly through 
 the bushes. 
 
 "King Leo," he said, "may I tell you 
 something?" 
 
 "What is it?" asked Leo crossly. 
 
 "I do not think there is any other 
 lion in the woods, Leo," said Reynard. 
 
 "There must be," said Leo. "Didn't 
 you hear him roar? Just listen." 
 
 Leo gave a loud roar, and Echo sent 
 the roar back. 
 
 "Yes, I hear it," said Reynard, "but, 
 Leo, it is only your own voice that 
 comes back to you in some queer way." 
 
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"That cannot be," said Leo. 
 
 "I am sure it is so/ 5 said Keynard. 
 "Listen and you will hear my voice 
 come back, too. 55 
 
 Then he gave two sharp little barks. 
 
 Two barks came back from Echo. 
 
 "That is strange/' said Leo. "Do it 
 again." 
 
 This time Reynard gave three short 
 yelps. Echo sent back three yelps. 
 Then Leo tried, and again his roars and 
 growls came back. 
 
 "I don't understand it," said Leo. 
 "But perhaps you are right, Reynard. 
 How queer that a big lion who is king 
 should be afraid of his own voice!" 
 
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TAGE 
 
 LIST OF STORIES 
 
 The Lion and the Fox ........ 5 
 
 The Fox and the Crow 11 
 
 The Wolf and the Kid 16 
 
 The Dog in the Manger 21 
 
 The Lion and the Gnat 24 
 
 The Hare and her Friends 30 
 
 The Fox and the Grapes 35 
 
 The Lion's Share 39 
 
 Lobo and the Lamb . 43 
 
 Reynard and Mrs. Crane ..... 46 
 
 The Dog and His Shadow ...... 50 
 
 How the Monkey Settled the Quarrel ... 53 
 
 The Wolf and the Sheep ....... 59 
 
 The Cat and the Mice 62 
 
 Reynard in the Well 66 
 
 The Wolf and the Crane 73 
 
 The Ant and the Grasshopper 78 
 
 The Country Mouse and the City Mouse . . 81 
 
 The Crow and the Pitcher 91 
 
 Reynard and Pussy , 95 
 
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Lobo and Bruno 98 
 
 The Quarrel 103 
 
 The Blue Wolf 109 
 
 The Lion and the Mouse 1 14 
 
 Reynard and the Hen 120 
 
 How Lobo Took Care of the Sheep . . . .125 
 
 The Hare and the Tortoise 130 
 
 The Frog and the Mouse 135 
 
 The Sick Lion 139 
 
 The Wolf in Sheep's Clothing 143 
 
 How Reynard Lost His Tail 148 
 
 The Cat and the Chestnuts 153 
 
 The Eagle and the Tortoise 157 
 
 The Lion and the Echo 160 
 
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