The Frog And The Ox

“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 as big as a mountain,
with horns on its head, and a long tail, and it had hoofs divided in two.”
&#147;Tush, child, tush,&#148; said the old Frog, &#147;that was only Farmer White&#146;s
Ox. It isn&#146;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.&#148; So he blew himself out,
and blew himself out, and blew himself out. &#147;Was he as big as that?&#148;
asked he. <br>
&#147;Oh, much bigger than that,&#148; said the young Frog. <br>
Again the old one blew himself out, and asked the young one if the Ox was as big
as that. <br>
&#147;Bigger, father, bigger,&#148; was the reply. <br>
So the Frog took a deep breath, and blew and blew and blew, and swelled and swelled
and swelled. And then he said: &#147;I&#146;m sure the Ox is not as big as&#151;&#148;
But at this moment he burst.<br>