PUZZLERS

Sun (Auckland), Volume I, Issue 288, 25 February 1928, Page 27

PUZZLERS

Word square:— 3. Something with wings. i 2. A flash of thought. i 3. At the back. 4. When the sun sets. £ * * * £ Changed word:— c I am in the meadows. Change my head and lam a tree; again, and I am j a fight; again, and the baby plays with —Sent in by Edwyna Stone. , * * * Buried trees: “Will you lend me your map, Lena?” * ‘‘Watch me, while I climb up that * poplar, Charlie.” £ —Sent in by Beatrice Emptage. 1 ** . * Answers to last week’s puzzlers:— < Word square: Fish. Idea. Seal. Half, i Jumbled fruit: Orange, apricot, strawberry, peach. Beheaded word: Cheat, heat, eat, at. TAILS In the beginning of things all the animals chose their own tails. Some * wanted long ones, some wanted short ones, some wanted fluffy ones and some * wanted smooth ones. The tails were all hanging on a long line between tWR) trees and the tailless animals walked up and down inspecting each one carefully and weighing its merits. You see, such important things as tails could not be chosen in a hurry, because they had to last a lifetime, and the same pattern had to be handed down to the next generation. The lion, being the king of beasts, chose first. “I would like that flexible, tufted tail. It would be useful for flicking the flies off my back.” “And I shall have that long flowing one,” said the horse. “It will exactly * match my beautiful mane.” “That useful thin one will suit me,” J spoke up the impudent rat. “It will not be in the way when I am going down . holes.” ’ “That majestic looking tail is the one for me,’ said the anteater, import- J antly. “I shall have this curious little one,” w trumpeted the elephant, “for it will not overshadow my famous trunk.” ( And so it went on. At length all the tails but one had been chosen, when the pig, who had ] lingered to look for acorns under a sycamore tree, arrived, disgruntled and . breathless, on the scene. He looked at the remaining tail with annoyance and disgust. “Well, I suppose I shall have to have it,’ he said at last. “At least it is not so cumbersome as the anteater’s.” “It might look better with a knot in it,” suggested the elephant, so the pig trotted off with his absurd little tail and every day for a week he sat on a log and practised, tying a knot in it.