The Quail spread his wings. "Good-bye," said he; "better luck next time, Fowler." And he flew away.
The Fowler sat up. "Well," said he, "that's true,
sure enough." He got up and brushed the mud off
his clothes. "If I have lost a Quail," said he,
"I've learnt something." And he went
home, a sadder but a
wiser man.
The King of the Kites
MOUSE one day met a Frog, whom he knew very well; but the Frog turned up his flat nose, and would not speak to him.
"Friend Frog," said the Mouse, "why are you so proud to-day?"