His Master had told him to call for help should a Wolf attack the flock, and the Villagers would drive it away. Wolf!" But though the Villagers heard the cry, they did not run to help him as they had before.


One warm summer afternoon as she dozed away in her den in the old oak tree, a Grasshopper nearby began a joyous but very raspy song. With each pebble the water rose a little higher until at last it was near enough so he could drink.





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