A MOUNTAIN was in labour, and the people of seven cities had
assembled to watch its movements and hear its groans.  While they
waited in breathless expectancy out came a Mouse.

  "Oh, what a baby!" they cried in derision.

  "I may be a baby," said the Mouse, gravely, as he passed outward
through the forest of shins, "but I know tolerably well how to
diagnose a volcano."