“‘Well,’ says the Head Monkey, ‘we had a little dispute.’
“Says the Wise Man, ‘Was that all?’
“‘Well,’ says the Head Monkey, scratching himself, ‘we passed a few licks.’
“‘How was that?’ says the Wise Man.
“‘Well,’ says the Head Monkey, ‘he growled and I squealed, and then he bit and I scratched.’
“‘I see,’ says the Wise Man. ‘What else?’
“‘Well, to tell you the truth,’ says the Head Monkey, ‘there was right smart of a scuffle.’
“‘Aha!’ says the Wise Man. ‘A scuffle!’
“‘Yes,’ says the Head Monkey, ‘and worse than that. There was a regular knock-down-and-drag-out fight,’ says he.
“‘I see,’ says the Wise Man. ‘You have brought me some of your own hair instead of the Brindle Dog’s hair, and now you and your whole tribe will have to leave this country and cross the ocean; and when you get into the new country, you will have to live in the trees to keep the four-footed animals from destroying you.’