"Pappy, pappy! did you see the little Sheep's teeth? They are very short, and he says that those of all his family are no longer than his."
"Hush!" exclaimed Brother Tiger. "Speak low, you little rascal, or Daddy Sheep will hear you and eat us both."
Brother Tiger, however, who had a mind of his own, thought that there might be something in what his son had said, and the idea gave him pleasure. Daddy Sheep was so fat, and his flesh must therefore be so delicate and tender. For a long time the suggestion of the little Tiger worried Brother Tiger, and he was absorbed in deep thought. Finally, one day, he mustered up all his courage, and declared that he would taste the flesh of Daddy Sheep.
But, he thought to himself, how could he see Daddy Sheep's teeth? At last the opportunity presented itself, for Daddy Sheep and his son paid Brother Tiger a visit Brother Tiger received Daddy Sheep with the greatest politeness, and saluted him. He invited Daddy Sheep into his house, and begged him to make himself at home. For the refreshment of his guests Brother Tiger set out wine. The little Sheep drank some and went out to play; but Daddy Sheep, who was very fond of his glass, remained inside.
"How do you like my wine, neighbor?" asked Brother Tiger.
"It is most excellent!" exclaimed Daddy Sheep, with enthusiasm.
"Then have another glass," said Brother Tiger.
"Very well," said Daddy Sheep; "I thank you and drink to your health." Then he laughed loudly and said: "The weather is warm, and it is not out of place to take a glass of wine to arouse one."
"That is true," said Brother Tiger, "my wine cleans the cobwebs from the throat and clarifies the brain."