"With the greatest pleasure," responded Mr. Lion. "One can only gain by being in good company."
So the two started on their journey together. As they went along, Mr. Lion thought he saw that Brother Donkey was not as formidable as he had at first appeared. There was something in his gait, something in his appearance, that led to this suspicion, and when he saw a tiger, he seemed to be so frightened that the King of the Desert said:
"Come, my friend, and let us wrestle together for fun."
"No, no, my comrade," exclaimed Brother Donkey, "for I am so strong that in spite of myself I should be compelled to crush you with my feet."
Mr. Lion, thinking this was true, made a profound bow to the King of Donkeydom, and the two continued on their journey together. It so happened that they had to cross a river. With one bound Mr. Lion reached the other side, but, on the contrary, Brother Donkey went down into the water and began to swim in a very awkward manner; so awkward, indeed, that it seemed he was in danger of drowning.
"How is it," exclaimed Mr. Lion, in astonishment, "that you cannot swim?"
"What, I?" said Brother Donkey. "I split the water more rapidly than a boat, and the fishes themselves could not beat me in a race."
"If that is true," said Mr. Lion, "why does it take you so long to cross a stream?"
"Ah," exclaimed Brother Donkey, "it was because I had caught with my tail an eel so large and heavy that I was about to sink, and I was compelled to turn it loose in order to rejoin you."
Mr. Lion was satisfied with this answer, and the two friends resumed their journey. As they went along they soon came to a high stone wall. Mr. Lion leaped over it at a bound, but Brother Donkey was unable to get over so quickly. He raised himself on his hindlegs, placed his forefeet on the wall, and hung suspended there. Mr. Lion, seeing this, cried out: