A frog who had been sitting up all
night in neighbourly converse with an echo of elegant
leisure, went out in the grey of the morning to obtain
a cheap breakfast. Seeing a tadpole approach,
“Halt!” he croaked, “and
show cause why I should not eat you.”
The tadpole stopped and displayed a fine tail.
“Enough,” said the frog:
“I mistook you for one of us; and if there is
anything I like, it is frog. But no frog has a
tail, as a matter of course.”
While he was speaking, however, the
tail ripened and dropped off, and its owner stood
revealed in his edible character.
“Aha!” ejaculated the
frog, “so that is your little game! If,
instead of adopting a disguise, you had trusted to
my mercy, I should have spared you. But I am
down upon all manner of deceit.”
And he had him down in a moment.
Learn from this that he would have eaten him anyhow.
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