"Even I, who find it a labor to walk on the land, will give any Monkey who seeks it a ride," sighed Sher Abi. "This talking of eating has made me hung——I mean ready to put myself out for my friends."
"Take your friends in, you mean," snarled Gidar, jumping back as the heavy jaws of the Crocodile snapped within an inch of his nose.
"I think each one will look after himself," declared Sa'-zada; "it will be safer. All to your cages."
Seventh Night
The Story of Birds of a Feather
