Popocatepetl groaned an assent.
"—but it is an enormous affair," continued the little eagle, "which requires something like a dozen stars. I don't see what can be done unless we get that little creature of the earth—that little animal with two arms, two legs, one head, and a very brave air, to invent something. He is said to be very wise."
"Who claims it for him?" asked Popocatepetl.
"He claims it for himself," responded the eagle.
"Well, summon him. Let us see. He is doubtless a kind little animal, and when he sees my distress he will invent something."
"Good!" The eagle flew until he discovered one of these small creatures. "Oh, tiny animal, the great chief Popocatepetl summons you!"
"Does he, indeed!"
"Popocatepetl, the great chief," said the eagle again, thinking that the little animal had not heard rightly.
"Well, and why does he summon me?"
"Because he is in distress, and he needs your assistance."