"Oh, well!" said the spider, "that is all right; whether it's in your
pocket or your stomach it is all the same."

Just as the spider was giving Benjy his lesson, one animal whispered
to another, and that one to another, who and what Benjy was. Dear me!
in a minute the beasts all changed their way of treating him. They
called him BOY! and up there that meant something not at all nice.
Then they took him to the Lion, the king of all the beasts, and asked
him what should be done with the Boy.

The Lion said: "If you want me to have anything to do with this
trouble, you must mind me. First, however, we will hear what Benjy has
to say for himself."

They all placed themselves in a circle, the Lion on a high chair,
(because, you know, he was going to be judge, and all judges sit in
big chairs,) and Benjy sat in the middle of the circle.

"Now, what has the Boy done?" asked the Lion.

"He stones and drowns dogs, and he hurts and kills cats," shouted the
beasts all together.

"Mr. Rough kills the cats," said Benjy, because he was frightened.

"Very well," said the Lion, "we will send some one down for Mr.
Rough."

So they all waited, and in a little while they heard the jingling of
Mr. Rough's collar, and he walked into the circle with his little