Part 14 (1/2)

”Grunt, grunt,” said the pig. ”The parrots and macaws are going to have oranges and bananas, and the robins and the cedar birds red cherries, the partridges, their berries, the squirrels, nuts and apples and pears, the dog and the cat, their cream and chocolate mice.

They all have what they want to eat. Grunt, grunt,” said he; ”I will have what I want to eat, too, and what I want is a pail of swill.”

Now, you see it had been voted, as I told you, that each should have what he wanted hung on the tree for him, and so the lion could not help himself. If the pig chose swill, swill he must have, and angrily he had to roar: ”If the pig wants swill, a pail of swill he must have, hung on the lowest bough of the tree!”

Then the wolf's wicked eyes gleamed, for his turn was next, and he said: ”If the pig has swill because he wants swill to eat, I must have what I want to eat, and I want a tender lamb, six months old.” And at that all the lambs and the sheep bleated and baaed.

”Ha, ha!” barked the fox; ”then I want a turkey!” And the turkeys gobbled in fear.

”And I,” said the tiger, ”want a yearling calf.” And the cows and the calves lowed in horror.

”And I,” said the owl, the clerk, ”I want a plump dove.”

”And I,” said the hawk, ”will take a rabbit.”

”And I,” said the leopard, ”want a deer or a gazelle.”

Then all was fear and uproar. The hares and rabbits scuttled into the gra.s.s; the gazelles and the deer bounded away; the sheep and the cattle crowded close together; the small birds rose in the air in flocks; and the Christmas tree was like to have come to grief and ended, not in Christmas joy, but in fear and hatred and terror.

Then a little lamb stepped out and bleated: ”Ah! king lion, it would be very sad if all the animals should lose their Christmas tree, for the very thought of that tree has brought us closer together, and here we were, wild and tame, fierce and timid, met together as friends; and oh! king lion, rather than there should not be a tree, they may take me and hang me on it. Let them not take the turkeys and gazelles and the calves and the rabbits and all the rest that they have chosen. Let the tigers and leopards, and wolves and foxes and eagles, and hawks and owls and all their kind be content that their Christmas present shall be a lamb; and so we may come together again and have our happy Christmas tree, and each have what he wishes.”

”But,” said the lion, ”what will you have? If you give yourself, then you will have no Christmas present.”

”Yes,” said the lamb, ”I, too, shall have what I want, for I shall have brought them all together again, and made each one happy.”

Then a dove fluttered down from a tree and landed on the ground beside the lamb, and very timidly and softly she cooed: ”Take me, too, king lion, as the present for the owls and the hawks, and the weasels and minks, because for them a lamb is too big. I am the best present for them. Take me, king lion!”

Then the lion roared: ”See what the lamb and the dove have done! My food, oh, tigers and leopards and wolves and eagles and all your kind, is like your food; but I would rather eat nothing from our Christmas tree than take this lamb or dove for my present.”

Then all the beasts kept still, because the lion roared so loud and angrily, and the birds that were flying away settled on the branches of the trees, and the gazelles stopped their running and turned their heads to listen, and the rabbits peeped out through the gra.s.s and brush where they had hid. Then the lion turned to the pig, and roared:

”See this lamb and this dove! Are you not ashamed for what you have done? You have spoiled all our happiness. Will you take back your choice, you pig, or do you wish to ruin our Christmas tree?”

”Grunt, grunt,” said the pig, ”it is my right. I want something good.

I don't care for your lambs and your doves. I want my swill!”

Then the lion roared again: ”Have all chosen?” and all answered, ”Yes.”

”Then,” said the lion, ”it is my choice.”

And all said: ”It is.”

”I love fat and tender pigs. I choose a pig for my Christmas gift,”

roared the lion.

Did you ever hear a pig squeal? Oh, how that pig squealed then! And he got up on his fat little legs and tried to run away, but all the animals gathered around in a ring and the hyenas laughed, and the jackals cried, and the dogs and the wolves and the foxes headed him off and hunted the poor pig back again. Then, when the pig found that he could not run away, he lay down on his back with his feet in the air and squealed with all his might: ”Oh, I don't want the swill; oh, I don't want the swill! I take it all back! I don't want anything!”