The Tiger Who Would Be King

One morning the tiger woke up in bthe jungle and told his mate that he was
king of beasts. "Leo, the lion, is king of beasts,"
she said. "We need a change," said the tiger.
"The creatures are crying for a change." The tigress listened but she could
hear no crying, except that of her cubs. "I'll be king of beasts by the time
the moon rises," said the tiger. "It will be a yellow moon with black stripes,
in my honour." "Oh sure," said the tigress as she went to look after her young, one of
whom, a male, very like his father, had got an imaginary thorn in his paw.
The tiger prowled through the jungle till he came to the lion's den.
"Come out," he roared," and greet the king of beasts! The king is dead, long
live the king!" Inside the den, the lioness woke
her mate. "The king is here to see you," she said.
"What king?" he inquired, sleepily. "The king of beasts," she said.
"I am the king of beasts," roared Leo and he charged out of the den to defend
his crown against the pretender. It was a terrible fight and it lasted
until the setting of the sun. All the animals of the jungle joined in, some
taking the side of the tiger and others the side of the lion. Every creature from
the aardvark to the zebra took part in the struggle to overthrow the lion or to
repulse the tiger, and some did not knot know which they were fighting for, and
some fought for both, and some fought whoever was nearest and some fought
for the sake of fighting. "What are we fighting for?" someone
asked the aardvark. "The old order," said the aardvark.

"What are we dying for?" someone
asked the zebra.
"The new order," said the zebra.
When the moon rose, fevered and
gibbous, it shone upon a jungle in
which nothing stirred except a macaw
and a cockatoo, screaming in horror.
All the beasts were dead except the
tiger, and his days were numbered
and his time was ticking away. He
was monarch of all he surveyed, but it
didn't seem to mean anything.

The Tiger Who Would Be King

One morning the tiger woke up in bthe jungle and told his mate that he was
king of beasts. "Leo, the lion, is king of beasts,"
she said. "We need a change," said the tiger.
"The creatures are crying for a change." The tigress listened but she could
hear no crying, except that of her cubs. "I'll be king of beasts by the time
the moon rises," said the tiger. "It will be a yellow moon with black stripes,
in my honour." "Oh sure," said the tigress as she went to look after her young, one of
whom, a male, very like his father, had got an imaginary thorn in his paw.
The tiger prowled through the jungle till he came to the lion's den.
"Come out," he roared," and greet the king of beasts! The king is dead, long
live the king!" Inside the den, the lioness woke
her mate. "The king is here to see you," she said.
"What king?" he inquired, sleepily. "The king of beasts," she said.
"I am the king of beasts," roared Leo and he charged out of the den to defend
his crown against the pretender. It was a terrible fight and it lasted
until the setting of the sun. All the animals of the jungle joined in, some
taking the side of the tiger and others the side of the lion. Every creature from
the aardvark to the zebra took part in the struggle to overthrow the lion or to
repulse the tiger, and some did not knot know which they were fighting for, and
some fought for both, and some fought whoever was nearest and some fought
for the sake of fighting. "What are we fighting for?" someone
asked the aardvark. "The old order," said the aardvark.

"What are we dying for?" someone
asked the zebra.
"The new order," said the zebra.
When the moon rose, fevered and
gibbous, it shone upon a jungle in
which nothing stirred except a macaw
and a cockatoo, screaming in horror.
All the beasts were dead except the
tiger, and his days were numbered
and his time was ticking away. He
was monarch of all he surveyed, but it
didn't seem to mean anything.

The Tiger Who Would Be King

One morning the tiger woke up in bthe jungle and told his mate that he was
king of beasts. "Leo, the lion, is king of beasts,"
she said. "We need a change," said the tiger.
"The creatures are crying for a change." The tigress listened but she could
hear no crying, except that of her cubs. "I'll be king of beasts by the time
the moon rises," said the tiger. "It will be a yellow moon with black stripes,
in my honour." "Oh sure," said the tigress as she went to look after her young, one of
whom, a male, very like his father, had got an imaginary thorn in his paw.
The tiger prowled through the jungle till he came to the lion's den.
"Come out," he roared," and greet the king of beasts! The king is dead, long
live the king!" Inside the den, the lioness woke
her mate. "The king is here to see you," she said.
"What king?" he inquired, sleepily. "The king of beasts," she said.
"I am the king of beasts," roared Leo and he charged out of the den to defend
his crown against the pretender. It was a terrible fight and it lasted
until the setting of the sun. All the animals of the jungle joined in, some
taking the side of the tiger and others the side of the lion. Every creature from
the aardvark to the zebra took part in the struggle to overthrow the lion or to
repulse the tiger, and some did not knot know which they were fighting for, and
some fought for both, and some fought whoever was nearest and some fought
for the sake of fighting. "What are we fighting for?" someone
asked the aardvark. "The old order," said the aardvark.

"What are we dying for?" someone
asked the zebra.
"The new order," said the zebra.
When the moon rose, fevered and
gibbous, it shone upon a jungle in
which nothing stirred except a macaw
and a cockatoo, screaming in horror.
All the beasts were dead except the
tiger, and his days were numbered
and his time was ticking away. He
was monarch of all he surveyed, but it
didn't seem to mean anything.

The Wolf and the Dog

Once there was a wolf who was nearly dead with hunger. He was
very thin, so that the outline of his bones could be seen clearly beneath
his thinning coat of hair. With hardly enough energy to walk, the wolf had
little hope of finding food. As he lay beneath a large tree, a dog out for a
walk noticed him. Seeing how thin and hungry-looking the wolf was, the
dog felt sorry for him and said, "You are in terrible shape! You look as if you
haven't eaten for many days." 

"You're right," said the wolf. "I haven't eaten because you and your
friends are doing such a good job of guarding the sheep. Now I am so weak
that I have little hope of finding food. I think I will surely die."


Then why not join us? Asked the dog. "I work regularly and I eat regularly.
You could do the same. I will arrange it. You can help me and the other dogs
guard the sheep. In that way, we won't have to worry about your stealing the
sheep any more and you won't have to worry about going hungry any more. It's
a good deal for both of us."

The wolf thought it over for a few minutes and then decided that the dog
was right. So they went off together toward the ranch house where the dog

lived. But, as they were walking, the wolf noticed that the hair on a certain
part of the dog's neck was very thin. He was curious about this, for the dog had
such a beautiful coat every where else. Finally, he asked the dog about it.
"Oh, don't worry about that," said the dog. "It's the place where the collar
rubs on my neck when my master chains me up at night."


"Chained up!" cried the wolf, "Do you mean that you are chained up at
night? If I come to live with you, will I be chained up at night too?"
That's right," answered the dog. "But, You'll get used to it soon enough.
I hardly think about it anymore." "But, if I am chained up, then I
won't be able to walk when I want to take a walk or to run where I want to
run," the wolf said. "If I come to live with you, I won't be free anymore."
After saying this, the wolf turned and ran away.


"The dog called after the wolf, saying, "Wait! Come back! I may not
be able to do everything I want to do, but I'm healthy, well-fed, and I have
a warm place to sleep. You are too worried about keeping alive to enjoy
life. I'm more free than you are."

The Wolf and the Dog

Once there was a wolf who was nearly dead with hunger. He was
very thin, so that the outline of his bones could be seen clearly beneath
his thinning coat of hair. With hardly enough energy to walk, the wolf had
little hope of finding food. As he lay beneath a large tree, a dog out for a
walk noticed him. Seeing how thin and hungry-looking the wolf was, the
dog felt sorry for him and said, "You are in terrible shape! You look as if you
haven't eaten for many days." 

"You're right," said the wolf. "I haven't eaten because you and your
friends are doing such a good job of guarding the sheep. Now I am so weak
that I have little hope of finding food. I think I will surely die."


Then why not join us? Asked the dog. "I work regularly and I eat regularly.
You could do the same. I will arrange it. You can help me and the other dogs
guard the sheep. In that way, we won't have to worry about your stealing the
sheep any more and you won't have to worry about going hungry any more. It's
a good deal for both of us."

The wolf thought it over for a few minutes and then decided that the dog
was right. So they went off together toward the ranch house where the dog

lived. But, as they were walking, the wolf noticed that the hair on a certain
part of the dog's neck was very thin. He was curious about this, for the dog had
such a beautiful coat every where else. Finally, he asked the dog about it.
"Oh, don't worry about that," said the dog. "It's the place where the collar
rubs on my neck when my master chains me up at night."


"Chained up!" cried the wolf, "Do you mean that you are chained up at
night? If I come to live with you, will I be chained up at night too?"
That's right," answered the dog. "But, You'll get used to it soon enough.
I hardly think about it anymore." "But, if I am chained up, then I
won't be able to walk when I want to take a walk or to run where I want to
run," the wolf said. "If I come to live with you, I won't be free anymore."
After saying this, the wolf turned and ran away.


"The dog called after the wolf, saying, "Wait! Come back! I may not
be able to do everything I want to do, but I'm healthy, well-fed, and I have
a warm place to sleep. You are too worried about keeping alive to enjoy
life. I'm more free than you are."

The Wolf and the Dog

Once there was a wolf who was nearly dead with hunger. He was
very thin, so that the outline of his bones could be seen clearly beneath
his thinning coat of hair. With hardly enough energy to walk, the wolf had
little hope of finding food. As he lay beneath a large tree, a dog out for a
walk noticed him. Seeing how thin and hungry-looking the wolf was, the
dog felt sorry for him and said, "You are in terrible shape! You look as if you
haven't eaten for many days." 

"You're right," said the wolf. "I haven't eaten because you and your
friends are doing such a good job of guarding the sheep. Now I am so weak
that I have little hope of finding food. I think I will surely die."


Then why not join us? Asked the dog. "I work regularly and I eat regularly.
You could do the same. I will arrange it. You can help me and the other dogs
guard the sheep. In that way, we won't have to worry about your stealing the
sheep any more and you won't have to worry about going hungry any more. It's
a good deal for both of us."

The wolf thought it over for a few minutes and then decided that the dog
was right. So they went off together toward the ranch house where the dog

lived. But, as they were walking, the wolf noticed that the hair on a certain
part of the dog's neck was very thin. He was curious about this, for the dog had
such a beautiful coat every where else. Finally, he asked the dog about it.
"Oh, don't worry about that," said the dog. "It's the place where the collar
rubs on my neck when my master chains me up at night."


"Chained up!" cried the wolf, "Do you mean that you are chained up at
night? If I come to live with you, will I be chained up at night too?"
That's right," answered the dog. "But, You'll get used to it soon enough.
I hardly think about it anymore." "But, if I am chained up, then I
won't be able to walk when I want to take a walk or to run where I want to
run," the wolf said. "If I come to live with you, I won't be free anymore."
After saying this, the wolf turned and ran away.


"The dog called after the wolf, saying, "Wait! Come back! I may not
be able to do everything I want to do, but I'm healthy, well-fed, and I have
a warm place to sleep. You are too worried about keeping alive to enjoy
life. I'm more free than you are."

The Wolf and the Dog

Once there was a wolf who was nearly dead with hunger. He was
very thin, so that the outline of his bones could be seen clearly beneath
his thinning coat of hair. With hardly enough energy to walk, the wolf had
little hope of finding food. As he lay beneath a large tree, a dog out for a
walk noticed him. Seeing how thin and hungry-looking the wolf was, the
dog felt sorry for him and said, "You are in terrible shape! You look as if you
haven't eaten for many days." 

"You're right," said the wolf. "I haven't eaten because you and your
friends are doing such a good job of guarding the sheep. Now I am so weak
that I have little hope of finding food. I think I will surely die."


Then why not join us? Asked the dog. "I work regularly and I eat regularly.
You could do the same. I will arrange it. You can help me and the other dogs
guard the sheep. In that way, we won't have to worry about your stealing the
sheep any more and you won't have to worry about going hungry any more. It's
a good deal for both of us."

The wolf thought it over for a few minutes and then decided that the dog
was right. So they went off together toward the ranch house where the dog

lived. But, as they were walking, the wolf noticed that the hair on a certain
part of the dog's neck was very thin. He was curious about this, for the dog had
such a beautiful coat every where else. Finally, he asked the dog about it.
"Oh, don't worry about that," said the dog. "It's the place where the collar
rubs on my neck when my master chains me up at night."


"Chained up!" cried the wolf, "Do you mean that you are chained up at
night? If I come to live with you, will I be chained up at night too?"
That's right," answered the dog. "But, You'll get used to it soon enough.
I hardly think about it anymore." "But, if I am chained up, then I
won't be able to walk when I want to take a walk or to run where I want to
run," the wolf said. "If I come to live with you, I won't be free anymore."
After saying this, the wolf turned and ran away.


"The dog called after the wolf, saying, "Wait! Come back! I may not
be able to do everything I want to do, but I'm healthy, well-fed, and I have
a warm place to sleep. You are too worried about keeping alive to enjoy
life. I'm more free than you are."

The Fox and the Crow

A crow, perched in a tree with a piece of cheese in his beak, attracted
the eye and nose of a fox. "If you can sing as prettily as you sit," said the
fox, "then you are the prettiest singer within my scent and sight." The fox had
read somewhere, and somewhere, and somewhere else, that praising the voice
of a crow with a cheese in his beak would make him drop the cheese and
sing. But this is not what happened to this particular crow in this particular
case.

"They say you are sly and they say you are crazy," said the crow, having
carefully removed the cheese from his beak with the claws of one foot,
"but you must be nearsighted as well. Warblers wear gay hats and colored
jackets and bright vest, and they are a dollar a hundred. I wear black and I
am unique.


"I am sure you are," said the fox, who was neither crazy nor nearsighted,
but sly. "I recognize you, now that I look more closely, as the most famed

and talented of all birds, and I fain would hear you tell about yourself, but
I am hungry and must go."

"Tarry awhile," said the crow quickly, "and share my lunch with
me." Whereupon he tossed the cunning fox the lion's share of the cheese, and
began to tell about himself. "A ship that sails without a crow's nest sails
to doom," he said. "Bars may come and bars may go, but crow bars last
forever. I am the pioneer of flight, I am the map maker. Last, but never least,
my flight is known to scientists and engineers, geometricians, and scholar,
as the shortest distance between two points. Any two points," he concluded
arrogantly.


"Oh, every two points, I am sure," said the fox. "And thank you for the
lion's share of what I know you could not spare." And with this he trotted
away into the woods, his appetite appeased, leaving the hungry crow
perched forlornly in the tree.

The Fox and the Crow

A crow, perched in a tree with a piece of cheese in his beak, attracted
the eye and nose of a fox. "If you can sing as prettily as you sit," said the
fox, "then you are the prettiest singer within my scent and sight." The fox had
read somewhere, and somewhere, and somewhere else, that praising the voice
of a crow with a cheese in his beak would make him drop the cheese and
sing. But this is not what happened to this particular crow in this particular
case.

"They say you are sly and they say you are crazy," said the crow, having
carefully removed the cheese from his beak with the claws of one foot,
"but you must be nearsighted as well. Warblers wear gay hats and colored
jackets and bright vest, and they are a dollar a hundred. I wear black and I
am unique.


"I am sure you are," said the fox, who was neither crazy nor nearsighted,
but sly. "I recognize you, now that I look more closely, as the most famed

and talented of all birds, and I fain would hear you tell about yourself, but
I am hungry and must go."

"Tarry awhile," said the crow quickly, "and share my lunch with
me." Whereupon he tossed the cunning fox the lion's share of the cheese, and
began to tell about himself. "A ship that sails without a crow's nest sails
to doom," he said. "Bars may come and bars may go, but crow bars last
forever. I am the pioneer of flight, I am the map maker. Last, but never least,
my flight is known to scientists and engineers, geometricians, and scholar,
as the shortest distance between two points. Any two points," he concluded
arrogantly.


"Oh, every two points, I am sure," said the fox. "And thank you for the
lion's share of what I know you could not spare." And with this he trotted
away into the woods, his appetite appeased, leaving the hungry crow
perched forlornly in the tree.

The Fox and the Crow

A crow, perched in a tree with a piece of cheese in his beak, attracted
the eye and nose of a fox. "If you can sing as prettily as you sit," said the
fox, "then you are the prettiest singer within my scent and sight." The fox had
read somewhere, and somewhere, and somewhere else, that praising the voice
of a crow with a cheese in his beak would make him drop the cheese and
sing. But this is not what happened to this particular crow in this particular
case.

"They say you are sly and they say you are crazy," said the crow, having
carefully removed the cheese from his beak with the claws of one foot,
"but you must be nearsighted as well. Warblers wear gay hats and colored
jackets and bright vest, and they are a dollar a hundred. I wear black and I
am unique.


"I am sure you are," said the fox, who was neither crazy nor nearsighted,
but sly. "I recognize you, now that I look more closely, as the most famed

and talented of all birds, and I fain would hear you tell about yourself, but
I am hungry and must go."

"Tarry awhile," said the crow quickly, "and share my lunch with
me." Whereupon he tossed the cunning fox the lion's share of the cheese, and
began to tell about himself. "A ship that sails without a crow's nest sails
to doom," he said. "Bars may come and bars may go, but crow bars last
forever. I am the pioneer of flight, I am the map maker. Last, but never least,
my flight is known to scientists and engineers, geometricians, and scholar,
as the shortest distance between two points. Any two points," he concluded
arrogantly.


"Oh, every two points, I am sure," said the fox. "And thank you for the
lion's share of what I know you could not spare." And with this he trotted
away into the woods, his appetite appeased, leaving the hungry crow
perched forlornly in the tree.

The Fox and the Crow

A crow, perched in a tree with a piece of cheese in his beak, attracted
the eye and nose of a fox. "If you can sing as prettily as you sit," said the
fox, "then you are the prettiest singer within my scent and sight." The fox had
read somewhere, and somewhere, and somewhere else, that praising the voice
of a crow with a cheese in his beak would make him drop the cheese and
sing. But this is not what happened to this particular crow in this particular
case.

"They say you are sly and they say you are crazy," said the crow, having
carefully removed the cheese from his beak with the claws of one foot,
"but you must be nearsighted as well. Warblers wear gay hats and colored
jackets and bright vest, and they are a dollar a hundred. I wear black and I
am unique.


"I am sure you are," said the fox, who was neither crazy nor nearsighted,
but sly. "I recognize you, now that I look more closely, as the most famed

and talented of all birds, and I fain would hear you tell about yourself, but
I am hungry and must go."

"Tarry awhile," said the crow quickly, "and share my lunch with
me." Whereupon he tossed the cunning fox the lion's share of the cheese, and
began to tell about himself. "A ship that sails without a crow's nest sails
to doom," he said. "Bars may come and bars may go, but crow bars last
forever. I am the pioneer of flight, I am the map maker. Last, but never least,
my flight is known to scientists and engineers, geometricians, and scholar,
as the shortest distance between two points. Any two points," he concluded
arrogantly.


"Oh, every two points, I am sure," said the fox. "And thank you for the
lion's share of what I know you could not spare." And with this he trotted
away into the woods, his appetite appeased, leaving the hungry crow
perched forlornly in the tree.