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Various The red book of animal stories (1899)

The stream which loves you, and which, after bathing your fair feet, waters the moss in my cave as it murmurs "Aïssa!" The bird which, since it heard your voice, has been jealous of you, and died of pique as it cried "Aïssa!"'
The girl blushed with pleasure, and began to arrange her veil, taking great care, however, to do it in such a way that the lion could see her all the better; for whether the flatterer is a lion or a fox, and the one flattered an Arab maiden or a crow, you see the result of flattery is always much the same everywhere, and with every one.
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Various The red book of animal stories (1899)

I had served my apprenticeship amongst them, beginning with the wolf and ending with the lion, and passing through all the progressive stages—each less amiable than the preceding—of jackal, leopard, hyena and panther. I had learnt to look upon them all as friends, and where another would see a menace in quivering lips, curling over jaws bristling with white and shining teeth, I saw nothing but a smile of welcome.
Being then fearless, young, slight and active, I interested and attracted the public more than my step-father did, hence his ill-humour with me.
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Various The red book of animal stories (1899)

Nobody who has ever been the master of a huge, good-natured, silent Newfoundland dog, could bear to have a little fretful, yapping creature as his daily companion, however beautiful it might be. A Newfoundland is large and awkward; he waddles along in a very ungraceful manner, and he will probably never think of moving for visitors, if he takes a fancy to stretch his great body on your doorstep; but he is so strong that the most timid woman would feel quite safe in his care, and so silent that one growl from him rouses the soundest sleeper to a sense of danger.
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