IN the good old days a clown in the East,
on a visit to a city kinsman, while at
dinner, pointed to a burning candle and
asked what it was. The city man said, in
jest, it was a sunling, or one of the children of the sun.
The clown thought that it was something rare; so he waited for an
opportunity, and hid it in a chest of drawers
close by. Soon the chest caught fire,
then the curtains by its side, then the
room, then the whole house.
After the flames had been put down the
city man and the clown went into the
burnt building to see what remained.
 The clown turned over the embers of the
chest of drawers. The city man asked
what he was seeking for. The clown said,
"It is in this chest that I hid the bright
sunling; I wish to know if he has survived the flames."
"Alas," said the city man, who now
found out the cause of all the mischief,
"never jest with fools?"