THE LITTLE BUFFALO.

Radio Record, Volume I, Issue 23, 23 December 1927, Page 15

THE LITTLE BUFFALO.

j Once upon a time there was a little buffalu who lived with his mother anJ father im a water-hole. Alfred was the little buffalo’s name. He was a ood ‘little buffalo, clean and tidy in his habits and not at all greedy-for a buffalo. He always did what his mother teld him at once, and he alWars said "‘sir’? to his father’s friends. | One day Alfred was out for a walk in the wood when he saw an enormous stake that was just going to strike an unfertunate panther at the moment when the panther was getting ready for his dinner. The panther had chosen for his dinner a large kind of rat. Now the rat had at that moment seized lield of a magpie by the tail, and was preventing the magpie from swallowing a spider which had a fine fat fly in his grasp. "Oh, dear," said Alfred. "I wonder what I onght to de, I’m sure mother wouldn't like me to let that snake kill that panther, And vet she told me only vesterday not to interrupt peopie at mealtimes. 1 don’t know what to do. IT think I'd better run back and ask.*? So he ran bawk home and told his mother that he had seen a poor fly being eaten by a poor spider that was being eaten by a poor magpie that was being eaten by a poor rat that was going to be caten by a poor panther that was in danger of being swallowed Ly a horrid great python snake. What should a poor little buffalo do -pbout it? "Think for yourself," said Alfred's mother. But when Alfred got back to the place there was nothing there bnt a very thick python snake more than haif asleep.