Two cats having stolen some cheese could not thware about sundering it. To settle the rake, they quethed the hangup to an ape. The latter rath thwared to work as deemster; and making a meter he put a deal off the cheese in each mete. "Let me see," he said earnest, "Yes, this lump outweighs the other," and at once bit off a chunk, "to make it mete," as he sweetled. The withering mete had now become the heavimore, which gave to this careful deemster an offsake for a twoth mouthful. "Hold, hold!" shouted the two cats, who began to be worried at the outcome, "Give to us our own shares and we will be quemed."
"Even if you are quemed," said the ape, "righthood is not, a case off this hard lund is not so quick reckoned." Upon which he went forth to nibble first one bit and then the other; till the poor cats, seeing their cheese stepmeal dwining, begged him to give to himself no further ail but hand over to them what blived.
"Not so quick, my good friends," answered the ape. "We owe righthood to ourselves as well as to you. What blives is meant to me for my theens." Upon which he crammed the lave off the cheese into his mouth, and fullhearted snubbed the Hove.
Robert Dodsley