n opportunity arrived. But one day Jack-in-the-Green was
sitting on a stone, wondering what he should do next, when the rabbit
crept softly behind him, and gave his tail a sharp pull. The monkey gave
a shriek of pain, and darted up into a tree, but when he saw that it was
only the rabbit who had dared to insult him so, he chattered so fast in
his anger, and looked so fierce, that the rabbit fled into the nearest
hole, and stayed there for several days, trembling with fright.

Soon after this adventure the monkey went away into another part of
the country, right on the outskirts of the forest, where there was a
beautiful garden full of oranges hanging ripe from the trees. This
garden was a favourite place for birds of all kinds, each hoping to
secure an orange for dinner, and in order to frighten the birds away
and keep a little fruit for himself, the master had fastened a waxen
figure on one of the boughs.

Now the monkey was as fond of oranges as any of the birds, and when he
saw a man standing in the tree where the largest and sweetest oranges
grew, he spoke to him at once. 'You man,' he said rudely, 'throw me
down that big orange up there, or I will throw a stone at you.' The
wax figure took no notice of this request, so the monkey, who was
easily made angry, picked up a stone, and flung it with all his force.
But instead of falling to the ground again, the stone stuck to the
soft wax.

At this moment a breeze shook the tree, and the orange on which the
monkey had set his heart dropped from the bough. He picked it up and
ate it every bit, including the rind, and it was so good he thought he
should like another. So he called again to the wax figure to throw him
an orange, and as the figure did not move, he hurled another stone,
which stuck to the wax as the first had done. Seeing that the man was
quite indifferent to stones, the monkey grew more angry still, and
climbing the tree hastily, gave the figure a violent kick. But like
the two stones his leg remained stuck to the wax, and he was held
fast. 'Let me go at once, or I will give you another kick,' he cried,
suiting the action to the word, and this time also his foot remained
in the grasp of the man. Not knowing what he did, the monkey hit out,
first with one hand and then with the other, and when he found that he
was literally bound hand and foot, he became so mad with anger and
terror that in his struggles he fell to the ground, dragging the
figure after him.