“I can’t walk, but I can ROLL,” answered the rock. And the wolverine laughed and said: “Oh, that will do just as well”; and began to run down the side of the mountain. At first he went quite slowly, “just to give the rock a chance,” he thought to himself; but soon he quickened his pace, for he found that the rock was almost at his heels. But the faster the wolverine ran, the faster the rock rolled, and by-and-by the little creature began to get very tired, and was sorry he had not left the rock to itself. Thinking that if he could manage to put on a spurt he would reach the forest of great trees at the bottom of the mountain, where the rock could not come, he gathered up all his strength, and instead of running he leaped over sticks and stones, but, whatever he did, the rock was always close behind him. At length he grew so weary that he could not even see where he was going, and catching his foot in a branch he tripped and fell. The rock stopped at once, but there came a shriek from the wolverine: “Get off, get off! can’t you see that you are on my legs?” “Why did you not leave me alone?” asked the rock. “I did not want to move—I hate moving. But you WOULD have it, and I certainly sha’n’t move now till I am forced to.” “I will call my brothers,” answered the wolverine. “There are many of them in the forest, and you will soon see that they are stronger than you.” And he called, and called, and called, till wolves and foxes and all sorts of other creatures all came running to see what was the matter. “How DID you get under that rock?” asked they, making a ring round him; but they had to repeat their question several times before the wolverine would answer, for he, like many other persons, found it hard to confess that he had brought his troubles on himself. “Well, I was dull, and wanted someone to play with me,” he said at last, in sulky voice, “and I challenged the rock to catch me. Of course I thought I could run the fastest; but I tripped, and it rolled on me. It was just an accident.” “It serves you right for being so silly,” said they; but they pushed and hauled at the rock for a long time without making it move an inch. “You are no good at all,” cried the wolverine crossly, for it was suffering great pain, “and if you cannot get me free, I shall see what my friends the lightning and thunder can do.” And he called loudly to the lightning to come and help him as quickly as possible.