"Oh Father," said a little Frog to the big one sitting by the

　　side of a pool, "I have seen such a terrible monster! It was as

　　big as a mountain, with horns on its head, and a long tail, and it

　　had hoofs1 divided in two."

　　"Tush, child, tush," said the old Frog, "that was only Farmer

　　White's Ox. It isn't so big either; he may be a little bit taller

　　than I, but I could easily make myself quite as broad; just you

　　see." So he blew himself out, and blew himself out, and blew

　　himself out. "Was he as big as that?" asked he.

　　"Oh, much bigger than that," said the young Frog.

　　Again the old one blew himself out, and asked the young one if

　　the Ox was as big as that.

　　"Bigger, father, bigger," was the reply.

　　So the Frog took a deep breath, and blew and blew and blew,

　　and swelled2 and swelled and swelled. And then he said: "I'm sure

　　the Ox is not as big as But at this moment he burst.

　　Self-conceit may lead to self-destruction.