“Now I have you!” snarled Yellow Lion. “I’ll teach you to write such things and put them up on trees.”
“Please, I’m only a messenger boy,” whimpered Little Monkey. “Hedgehog wrote it.”
“I’ll not eat you up!” roared Yellow Lion, “if you will take me to your master.”
So Little Monkey led Yellow Lion to Hedgehog’s house. Yellow Lion went right into the room where Hedgehog was writing at his desk.
“Hedgehog,” said Yellow Lion, “you have been calling me names. You wrote that I had a mane—”
Hedgehog drives his quills.
“I thought that you had,” answered Hedgehog, in a meek, little voice.