“You certainly can make a most hideous noise,” he said; “but when all is said and done, it is only a bray. If you really wish to know how a roar sounds I shall be happy to oblige you.”
The King of Beasts then began to lash his tail and pretended to fall into a great passion. His eyes flashed fire, his tawny mane bristled; he opened his great mouth, and a roar like thunder filled the air. The donkey, after one terrified look, took to his heels and scampered off as fast as he could go, tumbled into a ditch, and lay there all day, not daring to move for fear.
The lion went on his way smiling. “It is a pity,” he said, “for a person to live in a place where he cannot see what he looks like.”
THE CAT’S NAME
Tom had a cat who was so white that he named her Snow. He loved Snow and thought her the best cat in the world, but she would not come when she was called.
One day Snow went and played in the coal-bin, and when she came out she was quite black.
“See, Mother,” said Tom: “Snow cannot be Snow now, for she is black. What shall I name her?”