ll them also. And that is the way the quarrel ended.

THE HUNTER AND THE FARMER

"Are you afraid of a lion? I am not. There is nothing that I should
like better than to meet one," said a man to his neighbor whose calf
the lion had killed. "To-morrow morning I will go out and hunt for this
fierce lion, which is doing so much harm. If he is anywhere about, I
shall find him and kill him, and thus rid the village of fear."

The next morning the man started out alone to hunt the lion. He had, a
gun and a sword. He looked so brave as he started off that the people
in the village said, "What a blessing it is to have so fearless a man
in our village! He will keep us from harm."

He walked several miles. At last he came near a jungle. He thought that
the lion might have his home there. He asked a farmer whom he met if he
had seen the tracks of a lion.

"Yes," said the farmer, "and I will show you where you can find him."

When the man heard this, he turned pale and trembled with fright.

"I do not care to see the lion," he cried. "I only wanted to see his
tracks."

The farmer turned away in disgust, saying, "It is easy to be brave when
you are out of danger."

THE FOX IN THE WELL

Once upon a time a fox fell into a well. He was not hurt by his fall.
As there was little water in the well, he was in no danger of drowning;
but he could not get out.

He cried, "Help! help! help! help!" but no one heard him.

By and by a wolf passed by the well. He heard the call. He looked into
the well and asked, "Who is down there?"

"It is I," cried the fox. "I am glad that you have come to help me out."

"How did you get down there?" asked the wolf. "Have you been there
long? Is the water very deep? Poor fellow, I do pity you! That is no
place for you. You have a very bad cold, I see. I wish you were out."

"Please don't talk to me," cried the fox. "It is help I need. Do get me
out and then I shall know that you are sorry for me."

THE MICE IN COUNCIL

What a queer meeting that was down in the cellar! There were big mice,
little mice, old mice, young mice, gray mice, and brown mice, all very
sober and thoughtful.

At last an old mouse spoke up and said, "Shall we have Mr. Graypate for
our chairman? All those who wish Mr. Graypate to be chairman will
please hold up their right hands." Every mouse raised a tiny paw.

Mr. Graypate walked out to the front and took charge of the meeting. It
was well that