The Tale of Solomon Owl eBook

Arthur Scott Bailey
This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 41 pages of information about The Tale of Solomon Owl.

That discovery did not please Solomon at all.

“Look here!” he said.  “Since we are hunting together it’s only fair to divide what we catch, half and half.”

Simon Screecher hesitated.  But after reflecting that his cousin was very big and very strong, he agreed to Solomon’s suggestion.

So they resumed their hunting.  And every time one of them caught two mice, he gave one mouse to his cousin.

Still Solomon Owl was not satisfied.

“Wait a moment!” Solomon called to Simon Screecher.  “It has just occurred to me that I am more than twice as big as you are; so I ought to have twice as many mice as you.”

This time Simon Screecher hesitated longer.  He did not like the second suggestion even as well as the first.  And in the end he said as much, too.

But Solomon Owl insisted that it was only fair.

“You surely ought to be glad to please your own cousin,” he told Simon.

“It’s not that,” said Simon Screecher.  “It seems to me that since I’m not half your size, I ought to have twice as many mice to eat, so I’ll grow bigger.”

Well, Solomon Owl hadn’t thought of that.  He was puzzled to know what to say.  And he wanted time in which to ponder.

“I’ll think over what you say,” he told Simon Screecher.  “And now, since it’s almost dawn, we’d better not hunt any longer to-night.  But I’ll meet you again at dusk if you’ll come to my house.”

“Very well, Cousin Solomon!” Simon answered.  “I’m sure that after you’ve had a good sleep you’ll be ready to agree with me.”

“If that’s the case, I may not take any nap at all,” Solomon replied.

“Oh!  You ought to have your rest!” his cousin exclaimed.  Simon knew that if Solomon went all day without sleep he would be frightfully peevish by nightfall.

“Well—­I’ll try to get forty winks,” Solomon promised.  “But I don’t believe I can get more than that, because I have so much on my mind that I’m sure to be wakeful.”

Simon Screecher was somewhat worried as they parted.  His wailing, tremulous whistle, which floated through the shadowy woods, showed that he was far from happy.

XVIII XVIII — A Cousinly Quarrel

It proved to be just as Solomon Owl had told his cousin, Simon Screecher.  Solomon had so much on his mind that he had no sooner fallen asleep than he awoke again, to study over the question that perplexed him.  He certainly did not want Simon to have twice as many mice as he.  But Simon’s argument was a good one.  He had said that since Solomon was more than twice his size, it was proper that he should have a chance to grow.  And everybody knew—­Solomon reflected—­everybody knew that eating made one larger.

The longer Solomon pondered, the farther he seemed from any answer that he liked.  And he had begun to fear that he would not succeed in getting more than thirty-nine winks all day—­instead of forty—­when all at once an idea came into his mind.

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