But the tortoise was not the only creature of whose tricks stories were told in the forest. There was a famous monkey who was just as clever and more mischievous, because he was so much quicker on his feet and with his hands. It was quite impossible to catch him and give him the thrashing he so often deserved, for he just swung himself up into a tree and laughed at the angry victim who was sitting below. Sometimes, however, the inhabitants of the forest were so foolish as to provoke him, and then they got the worst of it. This was what happened to the barber, whom the monkey visited one morning, saying that he wished to be shaved. The barber bowed politely to his customer, and begging him to be seated, tied a large cloth round his neck, and rubbed his chin with soap; but instead of cutting off his beard, the barber made a snip at the end of his tail. It was only a very little bit and the monkey started up more in rage than in pain. “Give me back the end of my tail,” he roared, “or I will take one of your razors.” The barber refused to give back the missing piece, so the monkey caught up a razor from the table and ran away with it, and no one in the forest could be shaved for days, as there was not another to be got for miles and miles. As he was making his way to his own particular palm-tree, where the cocoanuts grew, which were so useful for pelting passers-by, he met a woman who was scaling a fish with a bit of wood, for in this side of the forest a few people lived in huts near the river. “That must be hard work,” said the monkey, stopping to look; “try my knife—you will get on quicker.” And he handed her the razor as he spoke. A few days later he came back and rapped at the door of the hut. “I have called for my razor,” he said, when the woman appeared. “I have lost it,” answered she. “If you don’t give it to me at once I will take your sardine,” replied the monkey, who did not believe her. The woman protested she had not got the knife, so he took the sardine and ran off. A little further along he saw a baker who was standing at the door, eating one of his loaves. “That must be rather dry,” said the monkey, “try my fish”; and the man did not need twice telling. A few days later the monkey stopped again at the baker’s hut. “I’ve called for that fish,” he said. “That fish? But I have eaten it!” exclaimed the baker in dismay. “If you have eaten it I shall take this barrel of meal in exchange,” replied the monkey; and he walked off with the barrel under his arm.