THE JEWIGGLE

Sun (Auckland), Volume II, Issue 370, 2 June 1928, Page 29

THE JEWIGGLE

You have never heard of the Jewiggle, I suppose .' No, I thought not because I made lip the name for him just a moment ago, and I doubt if the Jewiggle, himself, even suspects it, H»* was originally called the Greater O. though he never really deserved thd dignity of such a name. “The Jewiggle seems much more suitable. He lives on the summit of a gigantn hill with a pond at its base and. even morning, he comes slithering down in look at his reflection in the water. What he sees pleases him immensely . for he has a round, cheerful face like that, of the full moon, only with eyes a nose and a mouth, and the sort of wrinkles that are made by laughing. His only vice is his vanity, but we can forgive him that as, in his whole lifetime, he has never harmed anyone. Not very long ago something happened that almost robbed the Jewiggle of his sense of humour. He had always looked on the pond ns his own particular property, but one morning he found it teeming with tadpoles. They were causing such a disturbance in the water that he could see no reflection of himself at all. Very patiently he sat down on the bank and explained matters to the* tadpoles, but they took no notice whatever. In vain did the Jewiggle protest that the pond belonged to him. The tadpoles had been born there and thought otherwise. Finally he went to the threeeyed Broo. who lived like a hermit in a nearby cave, with no company but his own solemn thoughts. “Great one,” said the Jewiggle, “my pond is infested with impudent tadpoles and I can no longer see my reflection in the water.” The Broo closed his third eye and pondered deeply. At length he said. “I shall send the Jimbly down to investigate.” Then he closed all three eyes, which meant that the interview was over. The Jewiggle had never met the Jimbly, but it did not take him long to find out that the great family of Jimblies were the acknowledged enemies of every tadpole. Tadpoles were their accepted food. In three minutes after the Jimbly went down to investigate, not a ripple broke the mirror-like surface of the pond and, what is more, he paid a weekly visit ever after. Now the Jewiggle can gaze at his reflection to his heart’s content and watch how the laughter wrinkles deepen round his This makes him happy anrl he has never since had cause to visit the deep-thinking Br °° -W.S.T.