We will do that two or three
nights, and see if she will give us another place to live."

So the next day, when Hong-Mo waited at sunset for the Chickens to come
home, the King was the only one who came.

And she asked the King, "Where are all my Chickens?"

But he was proud and angry, and said, "They are of no use in the world.
I would not care if they always stayed away."

Hong-Mo answered, "You are not the only Chicken in the world. I want
the others to come back. If you drive them all away, you will surely
see trouble."

But the King laughed and jumped up on the fence and crowed.
"Nga-Un-Gan-Yu-Na" (cock-a-doodle-doo-oo) in a loud voice. "I don't
care for you! I don't care for you!"

Hong-Mo went out and called the Chickens, and she hunted long through
the twilight until the dark night came, but she could not find them.
The next morning early she went to the vegetable garden, and there she
found her Chickens. They were glad to see her, and bowed their heads
and flew to her.

Hong-Mo said, "What are you doing? Why do you children stay out here,
when I have given you a good house to live in?"

The Secretary told her all about the trouble with the King.

Hong-Mo said, "Now you must be friendly to each other. Come with me,
and I will bring you and your King together. We must have peace here."

When the Chickens came to where the King was he walked about, and
scraped his wings on the ground, and sharpened his spurs. His people
had come to make peace, and they bowed their heads and looked happy
when they saw their King. But he still walked about alone and would
not bow.

He said, "I am a King--always a King. Do you know that? You bow your
heads and think that pleases me. But what do I care? I should not
care if there was never another Chicken in the world but myself. I am
King."

And he hopped up on a tree and sang some war songs. But suddenly an
eagle who heard him, flew down and caught him in his talons and carried
him away. And the Chickens never saw their proud, quarrelsome King
again.

EE-SZE (Meaning): No position in life is so high that it gives the
right to be proud and quarrelsome.

The Hen and the Chinese Mountain Turtle

Four hundred and fifty years ago in Lze-Cheung Province, Western China,
there lived an old farmer named Ah-Po.

The young farmers all said Ah-Po knew everything. If they wanted to
know when it would rain, they asked Ah-Po, and when he said: "It will