“Drummikin, have you seen Lambikin?” asked the striped tiger.
“Fallen into the fire, and so will you.
On, little Drummikin, tum, tum, too,”
said Lambikin; but the striped tiger had very sharp ears.
“Lambikin is inside Drummikin,” he said, and he started after the drum as fast as he could go. He nearly caught it, for he went so very fast, but they came to a bramble bush. The tiger caught his tail and was not able to move, and out of the drum jumped Lambikin.
Then off he frolicked home again as frisky and happy as ever a lamb could be.
BROTHER WOLF
AND THE ROCK.
Once upon a time Brother Wolf dressed himself up very finely, just like an Indian. He put feathers on his head, and moccasins on his feet, and beads around his neck. Then he bought a very gay blanket, just like a chief’s blanket. He wrapped it all around him, and then he started on a journey.