ELEVENTH NIGHT
THE STORIES OF OOHOO, THE WOLF,
AND SHER ABI, THE CROCODILE
"To-night," said Sa'-zada, the Keeper, "we shall have a story from White Wolf of his home in the frozen North, and also one from Sher Abi, the Crocodile, of the warm land in which he lived, Burma."
"I am glad there is to be a tale of the North-land," said Mooswa, "for it's a lovely place."
"And Sher Abi is so stupid," added Magh the Orang, "that he's sure to fall to boasting of some of his murders."
"There's little to choose between them in that respect," commented Muskwa, "except that for cunning there is no one but Carcajou of the same wit as Wolf."
"Thank you, Comrade," cried Oohoo, the Arctic Wolf; "those of my land who are short of wit go with a lean stomach, I can tell you. But yet it is just the sweetest place that any poor animal ever lived in."