A Tale Without End.

Once upon a time, about sun set, a little shepherd lad was pasturing his sheep, near a wide brook. Of course the boy was in a great hurry to get home, where he knew a good supper was waiting for him.

Now the wide brook had only a narrow plank for a bridge, so that the sheep were obliged to cross over, in a line, one at a time. Now children, let us wait till the boy has driven all his sheep over the bridge, then I will finish my story.