The Mountain and the Mouse
A MOUNTAIN was in labour, and the people of seven cities had assembled to watch its movements and hear its groans. While they waited in breathless expectancy out came a Mouse. "Oh, what a baby!" they cried in derision. "I may be a baby," said the Mouse, gravely, as he passed outward through the forest of shins, "but I know tolerably well how to diagnose a volcano." |