“This way, this way,” he said.
The lion stopped under the tree where Two-Legs had made his home. All the other animals of the forest had followed him and stood listening and staring.
“Two-Legs!” roared the lion, with his mighty voice.
It sounded like thunder and they all started with fear. The lion lashed his tail and looked up at the tree. Not a sound came from it. He called out again, but there was no answer.
“The impudent beggars!” said the orang-outang.
“Perhaps they are dead,” said the nightingale. “Perhaps they have overeaten themselves with the sheep.”
“You don’t die of eating too much, but of eating too little,” said the pig, who kept rooting in the ground with his snout, in search of something for himself to eat.
Then the lion roared for the third time; and the noise was so loud that a little siskin tumbled off her twig right into the jaws of the snake, who swallowed her before any one could utter a sound, so that nobody ever got wind of the story.
And now Two-Legs appeared at the top of the tree.