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"Oh Father," said a little Frog to the
big one sitting by the side of a pool,
"I have seen such a terrible monster! It
was big as a mountain, with horns on its
head, and a long tail, and it had hoofs
divided in two."
"Tush, child, tush," said the old Frog,
"that was only Farmer White's Ox. It
isn't so big either; he may be a little
bit taller than I, but I could easily
make myself quite as broad; just you
see."
So he blew himself out, and blew himself
out, and blew himself out.
"Was he as big as that?" asked he.
"Oh, much bigger than that," said the
young Frog.
Again the old one blew himself out, and
asked the young one if the Ox was as big
as that.
"Bigger, Father, bigger," was the reply.
So the Frog took a deep breath, and blew
and blew and blew, and swelled and
swelled.
And then he said, "I'm sure the Ox is
not as big as this."
And at that moment he burst.
"Self-conceit may lead to
self-destruction." |
