To which glutton answered, “That all he could say
Was, that it, like himself, was ‘bien mortifiée.’”
All the others declared themselves very well pleased,
Though it must be confess’d they were terribly squeezed
By the poor little cubs, whom their dams would insert
Between the grown quadrupeds’ seats at dessert.
The llamas departed while yet it was light,
As they always objected to travel by night,
And were trotting along, never thinking of harm,
When their friends heard the tree-frog foretelling a storm;