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. Finally, the Tiger walked on with him. After a time, they met the little Jackal, coming gayly down the road toward them. We want your opinion.