'Do you see that tree on the slope over there? That is my play-ground. But, perhaps, as it is getting late and you may be tired, it would be as well to put it off till to-morrow. I will show you where you are to sleep.' And as they walked along, the porcupine said something to the sky and the clouds vanished, and in the morning the ground was covered with ice.
The following day he told the beaver he had prepared another feast for him, but as it was just like the last, the beaver would rather have been without it.
'I have finished now,' he observed as soon as he could, and the porcupine answered:
'Very well; now we will go out to play.'
So the two went down towards the slope and came to a frozen stream which had to be crossed. The porcupine easily got over with his long claws, but the beaver's feet were smooth, and had nothing to hold on with, thus he slid from one side to the other and was very uncomfortable.
'Come along,' said the porcupine, 'it is all right'; but the beaver could not 'come along,' and at last the porcupine had to go back and take him by the hand and lead him over.
'Now you will be able to walk,' remarked the porcupine, and they went on to the place where the tree was standing.
'Here we are!' said the porcupine, stopping beneath it.
'But what is the game?' asked the beaver.
'Oh, you have to climb this tree.'
'But I have never climbed a tree in my life,' replied the beaver anxiously. 'How do you begin?'
'I will go first, and you have only to watch me and see how I do it,' answered the porcupine, and he climbed and climbed till he reached the very top of the tree. Then he let go the branch he was on, and dropped straight to the ground.
'There, it is not very difficult,' he said to the beaver; ' ut as you are not used to climbing I will take you up on my back, and you can come down by yourself. Be sure you cling tight round my neck.' And the beaver did—very tight indeed.
It took them some time to reach the top of the tree and then the porcupine put the beaver on to a branch. But the
