“In the forest of the Sage Gautama there dwelt a Recluse named Mighty-at-Prayer. Once, as he sat at his frugal meal, a young mouse dropped beside him from the beak of a crow, and he took it up and fed it tenderly with rice grains. Some time after the Saint observed a cat pursuing his dependent to devour it, whereupon he changed the mouse into a stout cat. The cat was a great deal harassed by dogs, upon which the Saint again transformed it into a dog. The dog was always in danger of the tigers, and his protector at last gave him the form of a tiger—considering him all this while, and treating him withal, like nothing but a mouse. The country-folk passing by would say, ‘That a tiger! not he; it is a mouse the Saint has transformed.’ And the mouse being vexed at this, reflected, ‘So long as the Master lives, this shameful story of my origin will survive!’ With this thought he was about to take the Saint’s life, when he, who knew his purpose, turned the ungrateful beast by a word to his original shape. Besides, your Majesty,” continued the Vulture, “it may not be so easy to take in Camphor-island—
‘Many fine fishes did the old Crane kill,
But the Crab matched him, maugre all his bill.’
‘How came that to pass?’ asked Jewel-plume.
‘The Vulture related:—