“What good have you done,” shouted the voice, “by compiling a one-sided history? Too much here, and too little there. Let us fight. A revolution will purge the kingdom.”
“That is all very well, my friend,” replied the orator, “but reason is better than haphazard revolution. You must have learned that by experience.”
“Gentlemen,” said the Weasel, coming to the aid of his accomplice, the Fox, “it is by practising deceit, we become perfect. Let us begin again.”
“I could have said so,” cried the Mocking-bird, “ink, ink, always ink; it blots out a multitude of sins where good actions would prove of no avail.”
“Bravo!” from all sides. “Down with the editors!”
There was only one ink-pot in the room, and it was smashed.
“It is not good for us to be here,” said the Weasel to the Fox; “people invariably stone their prophets. Let us go hence!”