THE DOG AND HIS SHADOW
C. M. L. From the fables of Æsop.
 ONCE upon a time a great dog was walking through the
streets, feeling very fine because the butcher had just
given him a juicy marrow-bone. He held his head quite
high, and his tail very stiff, and he looked neither to
the right nor the left. All the little town-dogs ran
on behind, barking and saying: "Please let us smell of
your bone." But the great dog hurried on and would
have nothing to do with the hungry little town-dogs.
He could not think of sitting down to enjoy his bone;
some of his friends might come along and he would have
to share his feast with them, and that he did not wish
"I will bury my bone," said the great dog, "a long way
from here, where no one can find it, and some other day
I will dig it up and eat it."
So the great dog hurried on until he left the town
behind him, and he came to a clear, running brook with
a board laid across it for a bridge.
"There is not another dog here to see," said the great
dog, clutching his bone more tightly in his teeth as he
started across the brook. But no sooner had he set
foot on the bridge than he saw, running along on the
top of the water, another dog with another bone in his
"What may this be?" said the great dog to himself.
When he stopped, the dog in the water stopped; when he
started on, the other dog started, too. When
turned his head, the dog in the water turned his head
"This will never do," said the great dog. "I am going
to take his bone away from him."
So the great dog leaned away over to the edge of the
water and opened his mouth wide to take the brook-dog's
bone, but—there was no dog in the water at all, only
the great dog's shadow. Splash! down went the great
dog's bone in the water and off it sailed where he
could not reach it; so he had no bone at all. And that
was because he was selfish.