DRAKESTAIL was very little, that is why he was called Drakestail;but tiny as he was he had brains, and he knew what he was about, for having begun with nothing he ended by amassing a hundred crowns.Now the King of the country, who was very extravagant and never kept any money, having heard that Drakestail had some, went one day in his own person to borrow his hoard, and, my word, in those days Drakestail was not a little proud of having lent money to the King.But after the first and second year, seeing that they never even dreamed of paying the interest, he became uneasy, so much so that at last he resolved to go and see His Majesty himself, and get repaid.So one fine morning Drakestail, very spruce and fresh, takes the road, singing: `Quack, quack, quack, when shall I get my money back?'
He had not gone far when he met friend Fox, on his rounds that way.
`Good-morning, neighbour,' says the friend, `where are you off to so early?'
`I am going to the King for what he owes me.'
`Oh! take me with thee!'
Drakestail said to himself: `One can't have too many friends.'
...`I will,' says he, `but going on all-fours you will soon be tired.
Make yourself quite small, get into my throat--go into my gizzard and I will carry you.'
`Happy thought!' says friend Fox.
He takes bag and baggage, and, presto! is gone like a letter into the post.
And Drakestail is off again, all spruce and fresh, still singing:
`Quack, quack, quack, when shall I have my money back?'
He had not gone far when he met his lady-friend Ladder, leaning on her wall.
`Good morning, my duckling,' says the lady friend, `whither away so bold?'
`I am going to the King for what he owes me.'
`Oh! take me with thee!'
Drakestail said to himself: `One can't have too many friends.'
...`I will,' says he, `but with your wooden legs you will soon be tired.Make yourself quite small, get into my throat--go into my gizzard and I will carry you.'
`Happy thought!' says my friend Ladder, and nimble, bag and baggage, goes to keep company with friend Fox.
And `Quack, quack, quack.' Drakestail is off again, singing and spruce as before.A little farther he meets his sweetheart, my friend River, wandering quietly in the sunshine.
`Thou, my cherub,' says she, `whither so lonesome, with arching tail, on this muddy road?'
`I am going to the King, you know, for what he owes me.'
`Oh! take me with thee!'
Drakestail said to himself: `We can't be too many friends.'...`Iwill,' says he, `but you who sleep while you walk will soon be tired.
Make yourself quite small, get into my throat--go into my gizzard and I will carry you.'
`Ah! happy thought!' says my friend River.
She takes bag and baggage, and glou, glou, glou, she takes her place between friend Fox and my friend Ladder.
And `Quack, quack, quack.' Drakestail is off again singing.
A little farther on he meets comrade Wasp's-nest, manoeuvring his wasps.
`Well, good-morning, friend Drakestail,' said comrade Wasp's-nest, `where are we bound for so spruce and fresh?'
`I am going to the King for what he owes me.'
`Oh! take me with thee!'
Drakestail said to himself, `One can't have too many friends.'...
`I will,' says he, `but with your battalion to drag along, you will soon be tired.Make yourself quite small, go into my throat--get into my gizzard and I will carry you.'
`By Jove I that's a good idea!' says comrade Wasp's-nest.
And left file! he takes the same road to join the others with all his party.There was not much more room, but by closing up a bit they managed....And Drakestail is off again singing.
He arrived thus at the capital, and threaded his way straight up the High Street, still running and singing `Quack, quack, quack, when shall I get my money back?' to the great astonishment of the good folks, till he came to the King's palace.
He strikes with the knocker: `Toc! toc!'
`Who is there?' asks the porter, putting his head out of the wicket.
` 'Tis I, Drakestail.I wish to speak to the King.'
`Speak to the King!...That's easily said.The King is dining, and will not be disturbed.'
`Tell him that it is I, and I have come he well knows why.'
The porter shuts his wicket and goes up to say it to the King, who was just sitting down to dinner with a napkin round his neck, and all his ministers.
`Good, good!' said the King laughing.`I know what it is!
Make him come in, and put him with the turkeys and chickens.'
The porter descends.
`Have the goodness to enter.'
`Good!' says Drakestail to himself, `I shall now see how they eat at court.'
`This way, this way,' says the porter.`One step further....
There, there you are.'
`How? what? in the poultry yard?'
Fancy how vexed Drakestail was!
`Ah! so that's it,' says he.`Wait! I will compel you to receive me.Quack, quack, quack, when shall I get my money back?'