but he was not watching for game. He was thinking.

   After a while he jumped up. He said to himself:

   "I shall invite all of my friends to come to my home to-morrow evening. I shall tell them when they reach here that I can not get up to meet them for I have been very sick. They will all gather about me here. I shall sit upon my haunches so that no one will ever find out that my tail is missing. As they are to be my guests, I must be the spokesman. My friends have always thought me to be a very fine speaker. Many times my advice has been asked. I have given it, and it paid my friends to follow it. The thing which I shall advise to-morrow will surprise them, but I feel sure that I can get my friends to follow it. I will set to work now preparing for the feast."

   Early the next evening Reynard gave a series of strange barks. This was an invitation to his home. The foxes came from every direction and met at the foot of an old oak.

   Reynard's den was under this oak. He sat upon his haunches near the door to welcome his guests as they came, but he did not move.

   "You all know, friends, why I do not rise to welcome you," he said. "I have been very sick, and if I move about it gives me a very bad headache."

   Reynard asked his friends, who were standing around him, what they had been doing for the last week or so. They told many interesting stories of how they had escaped from traps and dogs and men.

   A pile of chickens, turkeys, and ducks lay in sight not far away. As they talked, their eyes often wandered to these.

   It grew late. The company became a little restless. At last Reynard said:

   "Now, friends, before we take our evening meal, I have something to say for the good of all of us.

   "I have been lying awake nights thinking what we could do to free ourselves from the weight of our heavy tails. Spring is here with its rainy weather. You all know how wet and muddy our tails become. Often I have had to give up a first-class meal and trot off home, hungry, to stay until my tail had dried. You have had to do the same. Many a poor fox has lost his life because of his long tail.

   "Now, what do you say to having our tails cut off? Think what free lives we shall then lead. I will cut them off if you wish. The cutting 

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