“Oho! Mr. Crocodile,” thought the monkey, “I see I must put my wits to work very, very quickly indeed if I am to escape from you!”
“Good evening, Big Rock,” he called.
The crocodile lay very still.
“This is a fine evening, Big Rock!” called the monkey.
The crocodile lay very, very still.
“What is the matter, Big Rock? You have always been a good friend of mine. Why are you so silent this evening?”
Then the crocodile thought, “Now I see I must pretend to be the rock, or the monkey may not come this way to-night.” So with his mouth shut he mumbled as best he could, “Good evening, Mr. Monkey.”
“Oh! Is that you, Mr. Crocodile?” said the monkey, pleasantly. “I’m afraid I have awakened you!”
“Never mind that,” said the crocodile, raising his head. “Come, make your leap! You cannot escape me this time.”
“No, I’m afraid not,” said the monkey, meekly.