By-and-by the Banker came in, and saw his Parrot lying on his back, with his feet pointing to the sky.
"Poor Poll," said he, "you"re dead, my pretty Poll."
He opened the door of the cage, and took out the bird, and laid him on the ground. Immediately the Parrot opened his wings and flew away.
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The Lion and the Hare
ONCE upon a time there was a Lion, who used daily to devour one of the beasts of the forest. They had to come up one after another, when called for. At last it came to the Hare"s turn to be eaten, and he did not want to be eaten at all. He lingered and he dallied, and when at last he plucked up courage to come, he was very late. The Lion, when he saw the Hare coming, bounded towards him. The Hare said--
"Uncle Lion, I know I am late, and you have cause to be angry. But really it is not my fault. There is another Lion in our part of the jungle, and he says that he is master, and you are n.o.body. In fact, when I showed him that I positively would come to you he was very angry."
"Ha!" said the Lion, roaring; "who says he is my master? Show him to me.
I"ll teach him who rules the forest."
"Come along then," said the Hare.
They went a long way, until they came to a well. The Hare looked down into the well. "He was here just now," said he.
The Lion looked in, and at the bottom he saw what looked like a Lion in the water. He shook his mane--the other Lion shook his mane. He roared--the echo of a roar came up from the bottom of the well. "Let me get at him!" roared the Lion. In he jumped--splash! Nothing more was ever heard of that Lion, and the beasts of the forest were glad to be left in peace. They put their heads together, and composed a verse of poetry, which is always sung in that forest on Sundays:--
"The Hare is small, but by his wit He now has got the best of it; By folly down the Lion fell, And lost his life within the well."
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The Monkey"s Bargains
ONCE upon a time an old Woman was cooking, and she ran short of fuel.
She was so anxious to keep up her fire, that she tore out the hairs of her head, and threw them upon the flame instead of fuel.
A Monkey came capering by, and saw the old Woman at her fire.
"Old Woman," said the Monkey, "why are you burning your hair? Do you want to be bald?"
"O Monkey!" quoth the old Woman, "I have no fuel, and my fire will go out."
"Shall I get you some fuel, mother?" said the Monkey.
"That"s like your kind heart," said the old Woman. "Do get me some fuel, and receive an old Woman"s blessing."
The Monkey scampered away to the woods, and brought back a large bundle of sticks. The old Woman piled the dry sticks on the fire, and made a fine blaze. She put on her cooking-plank, and made four cakes.
All this while, the Monkey sat on his tail, and watched her. But when the cakes were done, and gave forth a delightful odour, the Monkey got up on his hind legs, and began dancing and cutting all manner of capers round about the cakes.
"O Monkey," said the old Woman, "why do you caper and dance around my cakes?"
"I gave you fuel," said the Monkey, "and won"t you give me a cake?"
It seems to me that she might have thought of that without being asked; but she did not, so the Monkey had to ask for it.
Well, the old Woman gave the Monkey one cake, and the Monkey took his cake in high glee, and capered away.
On the way, he pa.s.sed by the house of a Potter; and at the door of the Potter"s house sat the Potter"s son, crying his eyes out.
"What is the matter, little boy?" asked the Monkey.
"I am very hungry," whimpered the Potter"s son, "and I have nothing to eat."
"Will a cake be of any use?" asked the kind Monkey.
The Potter"s little Boy stretched out his hand, and into his hand the Monkey put his cake. Then the little Boy stopped crying, and ate the cake, but he forgot to say thank you. Perhaps he had never been taught manners, but the Monkey felt sad, because that was not the kind of thing he was used to.
The Potter"s little Boy then went into the shop, and brought out four little earthenware pots, and began to play with them. He took no more notice of the Monkey, now that he had eaten his cake; but when the Monkey saw these earthenware pots, he began to dance and cut capers round them, like mad.
"Why are you dancing round my pots?" asked the little Boy. "Are you going to break them, Monkey?"
The Monkey replied, capering about all the while--
"One old Woman, in a fix, Made me go and gather sticks; Then she gave me, for the sake Of the fuel, one sweet cake.
That sweet cake to you I gave: In return, one pot I crave."
The Potter"s little Boy was very much afraid of this dancing and singing Monkey, and perhaps he was a little bit ashamed of his ingrat.i.tude; so he gave the Monkey one of his four pots.
Away capered the Monkey, in high glee, carrying his pot. By-and-by he came to a place, where was a Cowherd"s wife making curds in a mortar.
"What an odd thing to do, Mrs. Cowherd," said the Monkey. "Have you a fancy for making curds in a mortar?"
"No," said the Cowherd"s wife, "but I have nothing better to make my curds in."
"Here"s a pot which will do better than a mortar to make curds in," said the Monkey, offering the pot which he had received from the little Boy.
"Thank you, kind Mr. Monkey," said the Cowherd"s wife. She took the pot and made curds in it. She took out the curds from the pot, and put them ready for eating, and some b.u.t.ter beside them. The Monkey watched her, sitting upon his tail.
Then the Monkey got up off his tail, and began to dance and cut capers round the curds and the b.u.t.ter.
"Why are you dancing about my b.u.t.ter?" said the Cowherd"s wife. "Do you want to spoil it?"
Then the Monkey began to sing, as he capered about--