The lion had not been gone long when a proud rooster came strutting along that way.
“How pretty you are, Miss Ant! Will you marry me?” said the rooster.
“Sing,” said the ant, “so I may hear your voice.”
The rooster was very proud of his shrill voice and he crowed with all his might.
“No, no,” cried the ant, “I’ll not marry you, Mr. Rooster. Your shrill crow frightens me. Go away.”
The rooster was hardly out of sight when a big dog came trotting that way.
“How pretty you are, Miss Ant! Will you marry me?” said the dog.
“Sing,” said the ant, “so I may hear your voice.”