THE LYNX AND THE HARE
Once a little hare asked her mother if she might play on the big rock near the lodge.
"Yes, little one, but you must not leave the rock. And be sure that you do not speak to any stranger who passes by," replied her mother.
Now the rock was low near the lodge, but very high on the other side, where it overlooked a stream.
A hungry lynx saw the little hare jumping on the high rock. "I must have that hare for my dinner," he said. So he spoke in a kind voice. "Wabose, Wabose. Come here, my little white one."
The hare went to the edge of the rock and looked down.
"Come here, pretty Wabose. I want to talk with you," said the lynx in a coaxing voice.
"Oh, no," said the hare. "I am afraid of you. My mother told me not to talk to strangers."