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ee where they were。 And he pounced on them； killed them； and gobbled them up。
He did this so often that at last there was not a single thing left alive in the jungle besides the Lion； except two little Jackals； a little father Jackal and a little mother Jackal。
They had run away so many times that they were quite thin and very tired； and they could not run so fast any more。 And one day the Lion was so near that the little mother Jackal grew frightened； she said；
〃Oh； Father Jackal； Father Jackal！ I b'lieve our time has come！ the Lion will surely catch us this time！〃
〃Pooh！ nonsense； mother！〃 said the little father Jackal。 〃Come； we'll run on a bit！〃
And they ran； ran； ran very fast； and the Lion did not catch them that time。
But at last a day came when the Lion was nearer still and the little mother Jackal was frightened about to death。
〃Oh； Father Jackal； Father Jackal！〃 she cried； 〃I'm sure our time has come！ The Lion's going to eat us this time！〃
〃Now； mother； don't you fret；〃 said the little father Jackal； 〃you do just as I tell you； and it will be all right。〃
Then what did those cunning little Jackals do but take hold of hands and run up towards the Lion； as if they had meant to come all the time。 When he saw them coming he stood up； and roared in a terrible voice；
〃You miserable little wretches； come here and be eaten； at once！ Why didn't you come before？〃
The father Jackal bowed very low。
〃Indeed； Father Lion；〃 he said； 〃we meant to come before； we knew we ought to come before； and we wanted to come before； but every time we started to come； a dreadful great lion came out of the woods and roared at us； and frightened us so that we ran away。〃
〃What do you mean？〃 roared the Lion。 〃There's no other lion in this jungle； and you know it！〃
〃Indeed； indeed； Father Lion；〃 said the little Jackal； 〃I know that is what everybody thinks； but indeed and indeed there is another lion！ And he is as much bigger than you as you are bigger than I！ His face is much more terrible； and his roar far； far more dreadful。 Oh； he is far more fearful than you！〃
At that the Lion stood up and roared so that the jungle shook。
〃Take me to this lion；〃 he said； 〃I'll eat him up and then I'll eat you up。〃
The little Jackals danced on ahead； and the Lion stalked behind。 They led him to a place where there was a round； deep well of clear water。 They went round on one side of it； and the Lion stalked up to the other。
〃He lives down there； Father Lion！〃 said the little Jackal。 〃He lives down there！〃
The Lion came close and looked down into the water；and a lion's face looked back at him out of the water！
When he saw that； the Lion roared and shook his mane and showed his teeth。 And the lion in the water shook his mane and showed his teeth。 The Lion above shook his mane again and growled again； and made a terrible face。 But the lion in the water made just as terrible a one； back。 The Lion above couldn't stand that。 He leaped down into the well after the other lion。
But； of course； as you know very well； there wasn't any other lion！ It was only the reflection in the water！
So the poor old Lion floundered about and floundered about； and as he couldn't get up the steep sides of the well； he was drowned dead。 And when he was drowned the little Jackals took hold of hands and danced round the well； and sang；
〃The Lion is dead！ The Lion is dead！
〃We have killed the great Lion who would have killed us！
〃The Lion is dead！ The Lion is dead！
〃Ao！ Ao！ Ao！〃
THE COUNTRY MOUSE AND THE CITY MOUSE＇1＇
＇1＇ The following story of the two mice； with the similar fables of The Boy who cried Wolf； The Frog King； and The Sun and the Wind； are given here with the hope that they may be of use to the many teachers who find the over…familiar material of the fables difficult to adapt； and who are yet aware of the great usefulness of the stories to young minds。 A certain degree of vividness and amplitude must be added to the compact statement of the famous collections； and yet it is not wise to change the style…effect of a fable； wholly。 I venture to give these versions； not as perfect models； surely； but as renderings which have been acceptable to children； and which I believe retain the original point simply and strongly。
Once a little mouse who lived in the country invited a little Mouse from the city to visit him。 When the little City Mouse sat down to dinner he was surprised to find that the Country Mouse had nothing to eat except barley and grain。
〃Really；〃 he said； 〃you do not live well at all； you should see how I live！ I have all sorts of fine things to eat every day。 You must come to visit me and see how nice it is to live in the city。〃
The little Country Mouse was glad to do this； and after a while he went to the city to visit his friend。
The very first place that the City Mouse took the Country Mouse to see was the kitchen cupboard of the house where he lived。 There； on the lowest shelf； behind some stone jars； stood a big paper bag of brown sugar。 The little City Mouse gnawed a hole in the bag and invited his friend to nibble for himself。
The two little mice nibbled and nibbled； and the Country Mouse thought he had never tasted anything so delicious in his life。 He was just thinking how lucky the City Mouse was； when suddenly the door opened with a bang； and in came the cook to get some flour。
〃Run！〃 whispered the City Mouse。 And they ran as fast as they could to the little hole where they had come in。 The little Country Mouse was shaking all over when they got safely away； but the little City Mouse said； 〃That is nothing； she will soon go away and then we can go back。〃
After the cook had gone away and shut the door they stole softly back； and this time the City Mouse had something new to show： he took the little Country Mouse into a corner on the top shelf； where a big jar of dried prunes stood open。 After much tugging and pulling they got a large dried prune out of the jar on to the shelf and began to nibble at it。 This was even better than the brown sugar。 The little Country Mouse liked the taste so much that he could hardly nibble fast enough。 But all at once； in the midst of their eating； there came a scratching at the door and a sharp； loud MIAOUW！
〃What is that？〃 said the Country Mouse。 The City Mouse just whispered； 〃Sh！〃 and ran as fast as he could to the hole。 The Country Mouse ran after； you may be sure； as fast as HE could。 As soon as they were out of danger the City Mouse said； 〃That was the old Cat； she is the best mouser in town；if she once gets you； you are lost。〃
〃This is very terrible；〃 said the little Country Mouse； 〃let us not go back to the cupboard again。〃
〃No；〃 said the City Mouse； 〃I will take you to the cellar； there is something especial there。〃
So the City Mouse took his little friend down the cellar stairs and into a big cupboard where there were many shelves。 On the shelves were jars of butter； and cheeses in bags and out of bags。 Overhead hung bunches of sausages； and there were spicy apples in barrels standing about。 It smelled so good that it went to the little Country Mouse's head。 He ran along the shelf and nibbled at a cheese here； and a bit of butter there； until he saw an especially rich； very delicious…smelling piece of cheese on a queer little stand in a corner。 He was just on the point of putting his teeth into the cheese when the City Mouse saw him。
〃Stop！ stop！〃 cried the City Mouse。 〃That is a trap！〃
The little Country Mouse stopped and said； 〃What is a trap？〃
〃That thing is a trap；〃 said the little City Mouse。 〃The minute you touch the cheese with your teeth something comes down on your head hard； and you're dead。〃
The little Country Mouse looked at the trap； and he looked at the cheese； and he looked at the little City Mouse。 〃If you'll excuse me；〃 he said； 〃I think I will go home。 I'd rather have barley and grain to eat and eat it in peace and comfort； than have brown sugar and dried prunes and cheese；and be frightened to death all the time！〃
So the little Country Mouse went back to his home； and there he stayed all the rest of his life。
LITTLE JACK ROLLAROUND＇1＇
＇1＇ Based on Theodor Storm's story of Der Kleine Hawelmanu （George Westermann； Braunschweig）。 Very freely adapted from the German story。
Once upon a time there was a wee little boy who slept in a tiny trundle…bed near his mother's great bed。 The trundle…bed had castors on it so that it could be rolled about； and there was nothing in the world the little boy liked so much as to have it rolled。 When his mother came to bed he would cry； 〃Roll me around！ roll me around！〃 And his mother would put out her hand from the big bed and push the little bed back and forth till she was tired。 The little boy could never get enough； so for this he was called 〃Little Jack Rollaround。〃
One night he had made his mother roll him about； till she fell asleep； and even then he kept crying； 〃Roll me around！ roll me around！〃 His mother pushed him about in her sleep； until she fell too soundly aslumbering； then she stopped。 But Little Jack Rollaround kept on crying； 〃Roll around！ roll around！〃
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