"Then put your neck inside," said his Master, kindly. "You will not be
in my way."

The Camel did so, and for a time was very well contented. Then,
looking around, he said: "If I could only put my forelegs inside I
should feel a great deal better."

His Master moved a little and said: "You may put your forelegs and
shoulders inside, for I know that the wind blows cold to-night."

The Camel had hardly planted his forefeet within the tent when he spoke
again:

"Master," he said, "I keep the tent open by standing here. I think I
ought to go wholly within."

"Yes, come in," said the Man. "There is hardly room for us both, but I
do not want to keep you out in the cold."

So the Camel crowded into the tent, but he was no sooner inside than he
said: "You were right when you said that there was hardly room for us
both. I think it would be better for you to stand outside and so give
me a chance to turn around and lie down."

Then, without more ado, he rudely pushed the Man out at the door, and
took the whole tent for himself.



The Flies and the Honey-pot