not very handsome, and
your nose is not so long as mine; I cannot see why you should have a
glass pen."

And away he trotted to tell the other pigs about the very plain-looking
pig.

Kitty came along next and walked in front of the mirror, turning her
head and swinging her tail. She had seen a mirror before and knew what
it was. The cat wished to look in the mirror, but she saw the dog coming
in the door, and she did not want him to think her vain.

The dog walked over to the mirror and gazed in it. Then he looked
foolish, although he had seen a mirror before, too, but not so often as
puss.

"Thought it was another dog, didn't you?" she laughed. "Here comes the
donkey. Let us hide behind those barrels and see what he does."

II

The donkey went up to the mirror.

"If they haven't another donkey!" he said. "I suppose I should speak
first, as I have lived here so long. Why, he is coming to meet me. That
is friendly, indeed."

Bump! his nose hit the glass.

"Well, I had better give up!" he said. "You are in a glass case, but I
don't know why you should be. You are a homely creature, and your ears
are not so long as mine." And he walked off with a disgusted air.

The cat rolled over and over, and the dog buried his head in his paws.
"Did you ever see anything so funny?" he said to puss.

"Hush!" she replied, "Here is the rooster."

[Illustration: The rooster and the mirror]

The rooster stopped quite still when he saw himself in the mirror.

"Well, where did you come from?" he asked, ruffling up his feathers. He
walked straight to the mirror and flew at the other rooster. Bang! He
went against the glass.

"In a glass case, are you?" he said. He stretched out his neck and
looked very fierce. "You should be; you are a sight--your feathers are
ruffled, and you are not half so handsome as I am."

And off he walked, satisfied that he was handsomer than the other
rooster.

"Oh, dear!" laughed the cat. "I certainly shall scream. They all think
they are handsomer than their reflections. Here comes the turkey
gobbler. Let us see what he does."

The gobbler walked slowly over to the mirror and looked at his
reflection.

"Now," he asked, "where in the world did they get you? You are an old,
bald-headed creature, and your feathers need oiling. You look like a
last year's turkey." And off he strutted.

The cat and the dog leaned against the barrels and laughed until the
tears ran down their faces.

"Kee