water. However, the second time the monkey had better luck, and
the fruit fell right in.

'Ah, how good!' cried the shark. 'Send me another, please.' And
the monkey grew tired of picking the kuyu long before the shark
was tired of eating them.

'It is getting late, and I must be going home to my children,' he
said, at length, 'but if you are here at the same time to-morrow
I will give you another treat.'

'Thank you, thank you,' said the shark, showing all his great
ugly teeth as he grinned with delight; 'you can't guess how happy
you have made me,' and he swam away into the shadow, hoping to
sleep away the time till the monkey came again.

For weeks the monkey and the shark breakfasted together, and it
was a wonder that the tree had any fruit left for them. They
became fast friends, and told each other about their homes and
their children, and how to teach them all they ought to know. By
and bye the monkey became rather discontented with his green
house in a grove of palms beyond the town, and longed to see the
strange things under the sea which he had heard of from the
shark. The shark perceived this very clearly, and described
greater marvels, and the monkey as he listened grew more and more
gloomy.

Matters were in this state when one day the shark said: 'I really
hardly know how to thank you for all your kindness to me during
these weeks. Here I have nothing of my own to offer you, but if