ABSTRACT
A few great lizards race nimbly about in the clefts of an old tree; they could understand each other well, for they spoke the lizard’s language.
“How it grumbles and growls in the old elf-hill,” said one lizard. “I’ve not been able to close my eyes for two nights, because of the noise; I might just as well lie and have the tooth-ache, for then I can’t sleep either.”
