Let the Tiger eat the Brahmin. The Tiger grumbled a good deal, but at last he went on again with the Brahmin. And after a time they saw an Eagle, high overhead. The Eagle soared slowly overhead a moment, then he came lower, and spoke in a thin, clear voice. Yet as often as they find my eyrie, men stone my young and rob my nest and shoot at me with arrows.
Men are a cruel breed.
At last he did persuade him, however, and they walked on together. And in a little while they saw an old Alligator, lying half buried in mud and slime, at the river's edge. Men are a worthless lot. At this the Tiger was bound to eat the Brahmin at once. The poor Brahmin had to remind him, again and again, that they had asked only four.