THE WICKED WOLVERINE
One day a wolverine was out walking on the hill-side, when, on turning a corner, he suddenly saw a large rock,
'Was that you I heard walking about just now?' he asked, for wolverines are cautious animals, and always like to know the reasons of things.
'No, certainly not,' answered the rock; 'I don't know how to walk.'
'But I saw you walking,' continued the wolverine.
'I am afraid that you were not taught to speak the truth,' retorted the rock.
'You need not speak like that, for I have seen you walking,' replied the wolverine, 'though I am quite sure that you could never catch me!' and he ran a little distance and then stopped to see if the rock was pursuing him; but, to his vexation, the rock was still in the same place. Then the wolverine went up close, and struck the rock a blow with his paw, saying: 'Well, will you catch me now?'
'I can't walk, but I can roll,' answered the rock.
And the wolverine laughed and said: 'Oh, that will do just as well'; and began to run down the side of the mountain.
At first he went quite slowly, 'just to give the rock a chance,' he thought to himself; but soon he quickened his pace, for he found that the rock was almost at his heels. But the faster the wolverine ran, the faster the rock rolled, and by-and-by the little creature began to get very tired, and was sorry he had not left the rock to itself. Think-
