All the animals were there who had followed the two on their walk. There were both those who sleep by day and hunt at night and those who do their work while the sun shines. None of them was now thinking of working or resting. None thought of hurting the others. The lion and the stag, the wolf and the sheep, the cat and the mouse and the horse and the ox and many others stood side by side on the grass. The eagle sat in a tree-top, surrounded by all the little birds of the forest. The orang-outang sat on one of the lower branches eating an orange. The hen stood on a mound beside the fox; the duck and the goose lay in the brook and stuck out their necks.
“Now that we are all here together, let us discuss the matter,” said the lion.
“Have you had enough to eat?” asked the ox.
“Quite,” answered the lion. “To-night we shall keep the peace and be friends.”
“Then I move that we kill those two strange animals forthwith and without more ado,” said the ox.
“What in the wide world is the matter with you?” asked the lion. “Generally you’re such a peaceful fellow, grazing, attending to your business and not hurting a living thing. What makes you so bloodthirsty all of a sudden?”
“I can’t account for it,” said the ox. “But I have a decided conviction that we ought to kill them as soon as possible. They bring misfortune. They are evil. If you don’t follow my advice, rely upon it, one day you will all regret it.”
“I agree with the ox,” cried the horse. “Bite them to death! Kick them to pieces! And the sooner the better!”
“Kill them, kill them!” cried the sheep, the goat and the stag, with one voice.