e geloori in a wonderful
way.

One day the great Shiva saw a little gray chipmunk on the seashore.

He was dipping his bushy tail into the sea, and shaking out the water on
the shore.

Twenty times a minute he dipped it into the ocean.

In wonder, Shiva said, "What are you doing, little foolish, gray,
geloori? Why do you tire yourself with such hard labor?"

The geloori answered, "I cannot stop, great Shiva.

"The storm blew down the palm tree, where I built my nest.

"See! the tree has fallen seaward, and the nest lies in the water; my
wife and pretty children are in it; I fear that it will float away.
Therefore all day and all night I must dip the water from the sea.

"I hope soon to bale it dry.

"I must save my darlings even if I spoil my tail."

Shiva stooped and with his great hand stroked the little squirrel.

On the geloori's soft fur from his nose to the end of his tail, there
came four green stripes! They were the marks of Shiva's fingers, placed
there as signs of love.

Shiva raised his hand, and the water rolled back from the shore. Safe
among the rocks and seaweeds, the palm tree lay on dry land.

The little squirrel hastened to it; his tail was now high in the air. He
found his wife and children dry and well in their house of woven
grass-blades.

As they sang their welcomes to him, the geloori noticed with delight
that each smooth little back was striped with marks of Shiva's fingers.

This sign of love is still to be seen upon the back of chipmunks.

That is the reason why in India, good men never kill them.

A man who loves both children and chipmunks says, when he tells this
story, "Perhaps our squirrels, though Shiva never stroked them, would be
grateful if we left them, unharmed, to play in the maples in our
woods."

THE FOX AND THE STORK.

A fox met a stork and invited him to dinner.

"With all my heart, friend," said the stork.

When they arrived at the home of the fox and dinner was served, he was
not so happy.

The fox had fine hot soup, but he served it in shallow plates.

The poor stork could only stand by and watch the fox eat.

The fox seemed to think that it was a very good joke.

The next day the stork met the fox and invited him to dinner. The stork
brought out fine hot soup in a high narrow necked bottle, but the fox
could not see the joke at all.

The stork said, "Friend fox, enjoy your dinner. I hope that the soup is
as well flavored as yours was