"'Come in!' said a voice; so in I walked, and found myself in a very beautiful room, lighted by forty-eight fireflies, which sat in a row on a rail running all around the apartment. In the center of the room was a table, made of clay and painted in bright colors; and seated at this table, with his spectacles on his nose, was the famous Doctor Prairiedog, engaged in eating a dish of stewed snails. "'Good morning,' said the Doctor; 'will you have some breakfast?' "'No, thank you,' I replied, for the snails were not to my liking; 'I wish to procure some medicine for my children, who are suffering from sore throats.' "' How do you know their throats are sore?' inquired the Doctor. "'It hurts them to swallow,' I explained. "'Then tell them not to swallow,' said the Doctor, and went on eating. "'Sir!' I exclaimed, 'if they did not swallow, they would starve to death.' "'That is true,' remarked the Doctor; 'we must think of something else.' After a moment of silence he cried out: 'Ha! I have it! Go home and cut off their necks, after which you must turn them inside out and hang them on the bushes in the sun. When the necks are thoroughly cured in the sun, turn them right-side-out again and place them on your children's shoulders. Then they will find it does not hurt them to swallow.' "I thanked the great Doctor and returned home, where I did as he had told me. For the last three days the necks of not only my children but of my wife and myself, as well, have been hanging on the bushes to be cured; so we could not possibly have eaten your plum-pudding. Indeed, it was only an hour ago when I finished putting the neck on the last of my children, and at that moment your soldiers came and arrested me." When the Fox ceased speaking the King was silent for a while. Then he asked: "Were the necks all cured?" "Oh, yes," replied the fox; "the sun cured them nicely." "You see," remarked the King, turning to his Wise Men; "the Fox has proved his innocence. You were wrong, as usual, in accusing him. I shall now send him home with six baskets of cherry phosphate, as a reward for his honesty. If you have not discovered the thief by the time I return I shall keep my threat and stop your allowance of cake." Then the Wise Men fell a-trembling, and put their heads together, counseling with one another. When the King returned, they said: "Your Majesty, it must have been the Bullfrog." So the King sent his soldiers, who captured the Bullfrog and brought him to the palace. "Why have you stolen the plum-pudding?" demanded the King, in a stern voice. "I! Steal your plum-pudding!" exclaimed the Frog, indignantly. "Surely you must be mistaken! I am not at all fond of plum-pudding, and, besides, I have been very busy at home during the past week." "What have you been doing?" asked the King. "I will tell you, for then you will know I am innocent of this theft."