above all things to become a lion. Tell me, how do goats become lions? Monkey hung by his tail. This always helped him to think better. He chattered and frowned and mumbled impressively and then swung himself onto a suitable branch. He cleared his throat and said in an important voice, for goats to become lions, behold, there are four rules. First, they must go where lions go. He paused and impressively lifted the second monkey finger. They must do what lions do. Goat nodded eagerly. Monkey put his head on one side. Thirdly, goats who wish to become lions must say what lions say. Nayani took up a dramatic pose and waved his fourth finger. Finally, you must eat what lions eat. Do all these things and you will become a lion. Goat's eyes rolled as he tried to concentrate. Go where lions go, he muttered. The words were lost in a bubble. Say, his voice became a triumph roar that ended surely. He stopped uncertainly, goat's memory failing. But monkey was ready. And eat what lions eat, he prompted. With a ma of triumph, Mumbuzi set out, his goat legs moving in as lion-like a way as he can make them. His tail was harder to manage for a goat's tail is a restless thing. Then with a tremendous effort he controlled it and stopped sedately down the middle of the road. In the shade of a boulder he stopped and spent some time in roaring practice. His discouragement when his roar changed to a squeak was forgotten on seeing a large bone. Eagerly he picked this up and began to gnaw and roar and roar and gnaw. He was so pleased with the result that he put the bone carefully under his left leg and recited, go, and do, and say, and eat. As each foot sedately touched the road, he now moved down the exact middle. He said in a new deep tone, go where the lions go, do what lions do, say what lions say, and eat what lions eat. Mbazi stopped. He felt that someone was watching him. With a small smile, he thought, ah, I meet a fellow lion. At that moment, a long shadow stretched down the road. Goat adjusted his tail, gnawed his bone, and moved forward again, his muscles rippling. From his great height, twi-ga, the giraffe smiled down. The sun has strength these days, Moon Buzzy. Goat roared and waved his bone in a menacing way. I am a lion. I'm going to eat you, twi-ga. Yes, yes, Trigas Vos was soothing. I understand. Now be a wise goat and go home. Take two pawpaw leaves and place them on each side of your head and rest it on a cool stone. You'll feel better tomorrow. Misery filled Goat's voice. I'm a lion, a lion, a lion. Giraffe nodded his head kindly and walked off into the shade. with legs and tail behaving very much like any other goat. And with tears running down his beard, Mbazi rushed back to the buyu tree. Monkey, he bleated. It hasn't happened. I have no joy. I've done and said and eaten and gone. And behold, I am still a goat. Nayani considered the problem. But as everyone knows, monkey brains move slowly. How stupid of me. Of course it didn't work. Goat pranced about impatiently. What else must I do? The monkey was too busy to talk. He tore up a piece of bark from a tree and picked up a lump of charcoal and sat on a smooth rock and worked with great care. Goat peered over his shoulder and saw strange marks, which to him looked like the word, lion. Where this, chortled monkey, putting a hole in the bark with his finger and then pulling it over the shoulder of Mbosy's horns. There, he stood back and admired his work. You're labeled. Every educated preacher in the jungle will know now that you're a lion.