A WOLF saw a Goat feeding at the summit of a rock, where he could
not get at her.

  "Why do you stay up there in that sterile¹ place and go hungry?"
said the Wolf.  "Down here where I am the broken-bottle vine cometh
up as a flower, the celluloid collar blossoms as the rose, and the
tin-can tree brings forth² after its kind."

  "That is true, no doubt," said the Goat, "but how about the circus-
poster crop?  I hear that it failed this year down there."

  The Wolf, perceiving that he was being chaffed, went away and
resumed his duties at the doors of the poor.

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