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Rh keepers, and spared all day by our owner and his guests, who are incapable of shooting for nuts!"

"It is not what we look that signifieth," said the Scorpion virtuously, "it is what we are!"

"I have composed the most pathetic poem in the world!" declared the Poet.

"How can'st thou be sure of that," he was asked.

"Because," he replied, "I recited it to the Crocodile, and she could not refrain from shedding tears!"