AMERICAN FABLES.

Daily Telegraph (Napier), Issue 3701, 26 May 1883, Page 4

AMERICAN FABLES.

One clay two foxes who wore journeying together came across a track in the dust winch much astonished them. "I believe it is the track of a rhinoceros," observed one. " I think it is that of an elephant," replied the other. " I say rhinoceros !" "And I say elephant!" "Then I travel no longer Avith such an idiot!" "Then you can travel alone with a fool!" They were cutting each other about in a lively manner, Avhen along came a avoll' and asked the cause of the trouble. "AVhy, that bigot sticks to it that this is not the track of a rhinoceros !" shouted one. "And he, the narrow-minded muldoon, Avon't admit that it is the trade of an elephant," added the other. "Gentlemen," said the Avolf, as be examined the spot, " this is. simply the place where a fat man struck a, banana peel and sat down to reflect. You are both Avrong and both fools." Moral: Men aro over willing' to light in defence of Avhat they don't know. THE HEN AND THE PARMER. A hen having laid an egg set up such a cackle that presently the Avhole barnyard was in confusion, and the farmer came running out to see what was going on. " AVhat is it r" he demanded, as the hen cackled louder than ever. " Why, I've laid an egii'.'' "Au* egg!' AVhy, a single egg isn't worth but two cents at the present market price." "A.'es, I knoAV ; but if I didn't do two shillings' worth of cackling over every two cents' worth of egg, the world would soon forget me." Moral ; Send a bundle of old clothes to au or j than asylum and then interview a reporter. THE MAX AVITH THE ACCORDION. A peasant having .saved up a .sum of money by hard work and peeling his potatoes close, Avent to the nearest village an invested iv an accordion. On his Avay home he began playing the air of "My Grandfather's Clock," but scarcely had tbo echoes readied the forest when out came a chopper, who cried out, : "Man! Man! for Heaven's sake hang up on that ! You Avill kill us all Avith your racket!" "Can't help that," replied the peasant, as he pulled away harder than ever; "If what tickles me all over is death to you that is not my look-out. I Avill now give you ' The empty cradle ' Avith variations." Moral: Jf our neighbor doesn't want, our smoke lot him move away.—Detroit Free Press.