Once when a Pyroar was asleep, a little Dedenne began
running up and down upon him; this soon wakened the
Pyroar, who placed his huge paw upon him, and opened
his big jaws to swallow him. "Pardon, O King," cried the
little Dedenne: "forgive me this time, I shall never forget it:
who knows but what I may be able to do you a turn some
of these days?" The Pyroar was so tickled at the idea of
the Dedenne being able to help him, that he lifted up his
paw and let him go. Some time after the Pyroar was caught
in a trap, and the hunters who desired to carry him alive
to the King, tied him to a tree while they went in search
of a wagon to carry him on. Just then the Dedenne
happened to pass by, and seeing the sad plight in which
the Pyroar was, went up to him and soon gnawed away the
ropes that bound the King of the Beasts. "Was I not
right?" said the little Dedenne.
Moral of the story: Don't judge by appearances; a rich heart may be under a poor coat.
running up and down upon him; this soon wakened the
Pyroar, who placed his huge paw upon him, and opened
his big jaws to swallow him. "Pardon, O King," cried the
little Dedenne: "forgive me this time, I shall never forget it:
who knows but what I may be able to do you a turn some
of these days?" The Pyroar was so tickled at the idea of
the Dedenne being able to help him, that he lifted up his
paw and let him go. Some time after the Pyroar was caught
in a trap, and the hunters who desired to carry him alive
to the King, tied him to a tree while they went in search
of a wagon to carry him on. Just then the Dedenne
happened to pass by, and seeing the sad plight in which
the Pyroar was, went up to him and soon gnawed away the
ropes that bound the King of the Beasts. "Was I not
right?" said the little Dedenne.
Moral of the story: Don't judge by appearances; a rich heart may be under a poor coat.