'Are you there?' called the shark again, louder than before, and
in a very cross voice.

'Oh, yes. I am here,' replied the monkey; 'but I wish you had not
wakened me up. I was having such a nice nap.'

'Have you got it?' asked the shark. 'It is time we were going.'

'Going where?' inquired the monkey.

'Why, to my country, of course, with your heart. You CAN'T have
forgotten!'

'My dear friend,' answered the monkey, with a chuckle, 'I think
you must be going a little mad. Do you take me for a washerman's
donkey?'

'Don't talk nonsense,' exclaimed the shark, who did not like
being laughed at. 'What do you mean about a washerman's donkey?
And I wish you would be quick, or we may be too late to save the
sultan.'

'Did you really never hear of the washerman's donkey?' asked the
monkey, who was enjoying himself immensely. 'Why, he is the beast
who has no heart. And as I am not feeling very well, and am
afraid to start while the sun is so high lest I should get a
sunstroke, if you like, I will come a little nearer and tell you
his story.'

'Very well,' said the shark sulkily, 'if you won't come, I