A Creaking Tail
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AN American Statesman who had twisted the tail of the British Lion until his arms ached was at last rewarded by a sharp, rasping sound. "I knew your fortitude would give out after a while," said the American Statesman, delighted; "your agony attests my political power." "Agony I know not!" said the British Lion, yawning; "the swivel in my tail needs a few drops of oil, that is all." |
