and he hastens up, shoots us with his gun, kills us, and does not give you anything."
The Dog replied:—
"That is not the reason that I bark; I bark simply because I get scent of you; I become excited, or else glad because I am going to catch you immediately; and I myself know not why, but I cannot help barking."
XXVIII
THE OAK AND THE HAZEL BUSH
An ancient Oak let drop an acorn on a Hazel Bush. The Hazel Bush said to the Oak:—
"Have you, then, so little room under your branches? You might drop your acorns on a clear space. Here I myself have scarcely room for my branches; I don't throw my nuts away, though, but I give them to men."
"I live two hundred years," replied the Oak; "and the little oak that will come up from the acorn will live as many more."
Then the Hazel Bush grew angry, and said:—
"Then I will choke off your little oak, and it will not live three days."
The Oak made no reply to this, but told his little son to come forth from the acorn.
The acorn grew moist, burst open, and the rootlet caught hold of the earth with its little hooks, and another sprout was sent up above.
The Hazel Bush tried to choke it, and would not give it the sun. But the little Oak stretched up into the air, and waxed strong in the Hazel Bush's shadow.
A hundred years passed away. The Hazel Bush had long ago died away; and the Oak had grown from the acorn as high as heaven, and spread its tent on every side.
