The fate of the Wise Men  
 
THE King's plum-pudding crop had for some time suffered from the devastations of a secret enemy. Each day, as he examined the vines, he found more and more of the plum-pudding missing, and finally the monarch called his Wise Men together and asked them what he should do.
 
The Wise Men immediately shut their eyes and pondered so long over the problem that they fell fast asleep. While they slept still more of the plum-pudding was stolen. When they awoke the King was justly incensed, and told the Wise Men that unless they discovered the thief within three days he would give them no cake with their ice-cream.
 
This terrible threat at last aroused them to action, and, after consulting together, they declared that in their opinion it was the Fox that had stolen the pudding.
 
Hearing this, the King ordered out his soldiers, who soon captured the Fox and brought him to the palace, where the King sat in state, surrounded by his Wise Men.
 
"So ho! Master Fox," exclaimed the King, "we have caught you at last."
 
"So it seems," returned the Fox, calmly. "May I ask your Majesty why I am thus torn from my home, from my wife and children, and brought before you like any common criminal?"
 
"You have stolen the plum- pudding," answered the King.
 
"I beg your Majesty's pardon for contradicting you, but I have stolen nothing," declared the Fox. "I can easily prove my innocence. When was the plum-pudding taken?"
 
"A great deal of it was taken this morning, while the Wise Men slept," said the King.
 
"Then I can not be the thief," replied the Fox, "as you will admit when you have heard my story."
 
"Ah! Have you a story to tell?" inquired the King, who dearly loved to hear stories.
 
"It is a short story, your Majesty; but it will prove clearly that I have not taken your pudding."
 
"Then tell it," commanded the King. "It is far from my wish to condemn any one who is innocent."
 
The Wise Men then placed themselves in comfortable positions, and the King crossed his legs and put his hands in his pockets, while the Fox sat before them on his haunches and spoke as follows:
 
The Fox
THE FOX'S STORY.
 
"It has been unusually damp in my den of late, so that both my family and myself have suffered much. First my wife became ill, and then I was afflicted with a bad cold, and in both cases it settled in our throats. Then my four children, who are all of an age, began to complain of sore throats, so that my den became a regular hospital.
 
The fox's wife asks him to consult Dr. Prariedog"We tried all the medicines we knew of, but they did no good at all. My wife finally begged me to go to consult Doctor Prairiedog, who lives in a hole in the ground away toward the south. So one morning I said good by to my family and ran swiftly to where the doctor lives.
 
"Finding no one outside the hole to whom I might apply for admission I walked boldly in, and having followed a long, dark tunnel for some distance, I suddenly came to a door.
 
"'Come in!' said a voice; so in I walked, and found myself in a very beautiful room, lighted by forty-eight fireflies, which sat in a row on a rail running all around the apartment. In the center of the room was a table, made of clay and painted in bright colors; and seated at this table, with his spectacles on his nose, was the famous Doctor Prairiedog, engaged in eating a dish of stewed snails.
 
"'Good morning,' said the Doctor; 'will you have some breakfast?'
 
"'No, thank you,' I replied, for the snails were not to my liking; 'I wish to procure some medicine for my children, who are suffering from sore throats.'
 
"' How do you know their throats are sore?' inquired the Doctor.
 
"'It hurts them to swallow,' I explained.
 
"'Then tell them not to swallow,' said the Doctor, and went on eating.
 
"'Sir!' I exclaimed, 'if they did not swallow, they would starve to death.'
 
"'That is true,' remarked the Doctor; 'we must think of something else.' After a moment of silence he cried out: 'Ha! I have it! Go home and cut off their necks, after which you must turn them inside out and hang them on the bushes in the sun. When the necks are thoroughly cured in the sun, turn them right-side-out again and place them on your children's shoulders. Then they will find it does not hurt them to swallow.'
 
"I thanked the great Doctor and returned home, where I did as he had told me. For the last three days the necks of not only my children but of my wife and myself, as well, have been hanging on the bushes to be cured; so we could not possibly have eaten your plum-pudding. Indeed, it was only an hour ago when I finished putting the neck on the last of my children, and at that moment your soldiers came and arrested me."
 
When the Fox ceased speaking the King was silent for a while. Then he asked:
 
"Were the necks all cured?"
 
"Oh, yes," replied the fox; "the sun cured them nicely."
 
"You see," remarked the King, turning to his Wise Men; "the Fox has proved his innocence. You were wrong, as usual, in accusing him. I shall now send him home with six baskets of cherry phosphate, as a reward for his honesty. If you have not discovered the thief by the time I return I shall keep my threat and stop your allowance of cake."
 
"You see,", remarked the King, "the Fox has proved his innocence"
 
Then the Wise Men fell a- trembling, and put their heads together, counseling with one another.
 
When the King returned, they said: "Your Majesty, it must have been the Bullfrog."
 
So the King sent his soldiers, who captured the Bullfrog and brought him to the palace.
 
"Why have you stolen the plum-pudding?" demanded the King, in a stern voice.
 
"I! Steal your plum-pudding!" exclaimed the Frog, indignantly. "Surely you must be mistaken! I am not at all fond of plum-pudding, and, besides, I have been very busy at home during the past week."
 
"What have you been doing?" asked the King.
 
"I will tell you, for then you will know I am innocent of this theft."
 
So the Bullfrog squatted on a footstool, and, after blinking solemnly at the King and his Wise Men for a moment, spoke as follows:
 
The frog
THE FROG'S STORY.
 
"Some time ago my wife and I hatched out twelve little tadpoles. They were the sweetest children parents ever looked on. Their heads were all very large and round, and their tails were long and feathery, while their skins were as black and shiny as could be. We were proud of them, my wife and I, and took great pains to train our children properly, that they might become respectable frogs, in time, and be a credit to us.
 
"We lived in a snug little hole under the bank of the river, and in front of our dwelling was a large stone on which we could sit and watch the baby tadpoles grow. Although they loved best to lie in the mud at the bottom of the river, we knew that exercise is necessary to the proper development of a tadpole; so we decided to teach our youngsters to swim. We divided them into two lots, my wife training six of the children, while I took charge of the other six. We drilled them to swim in single file, in column of twos and in line of battle; but I must acknowledge they were quite stupid, being so young, and, unless we told them when to stop, they would keep on swimming until they bumped themselves into a bank or a stone.
 
"One day, about a week ago, while teaching our children to swim, we started them all going in single file, one after the other. They swam in a straight line that was very pretty to see, and my wife and I sat on the flat stone and watched them with much pride. Unfortunately at that very moment a large fish swam into our neighborhood and lay on the bottom of the river to rest. It was one of those fishes that hold their great mouths wide open, and I was horrified when I saw the advancing line of tadpoles headed directly toward the gaping mouth of the monster fish. I croaked as loudly as I could for them to stop; but either they failed to hear me, or they would not obey. The next moment all the line of swimming tadpoles had entered the fish's mouth and were lost to our view.
 
Mrs. Frog throws herself into Mr. Frog's arms"Mrs. Frog threw herself into my arms with a cry or anguish, exclaiming:
 
"'Oh, what shall we do? Our children are lost to us forever!'
 
"'Do not despair,' I answered, although I was myself greatly frightened; 'we must try to prevent the fish from swimming away with our loved ones. If we can keep him here, some way may yet be found to rescue the children.'
 
"Up to this time the big fish had remained motionless, but there was an expression of surprise in its round eyes, as if it did not know what to make of the lively inhabitants of its stomach.
 
"Mrs. Frog thought for a moment, and then said:
 
"'A short distance away is an old fish-line and hook, lying at the bottom of the river, where some boys lost it while fishing one day. If we could only—'
 
"'Fetch it at once,' I interrupted. 'With its aid we shall endeavor to capture the fish.'
 
"She hastened away, soon returning with the line, which had a large hook on one end. I tied the other ............