"
The Cowardly Lion thought over the situation carefully.
"Are there any other lions in this forest?" he enquired.
"No; there were some, but the Monster has eaten them all. And, besides,
they were none of them nearly so large and brave as you."
The Lion got an idea that he hoped would help him overcome his disgrace.
"If I put an end to your enemy," he began, "will you bow down to me and
obey me as King of the Forest?"
"We will do that gladly," returned the big tiger. The rest of the forest
animals voiced assent.
"Where is this great spider of yours now?" asked the Cowardly Lion
bravely.
"Yonder," said the tiger, indicating with a tawny paw, "among the oak
trees."
The Cowardly Lion overcame his fear and ignored the trepidation within
his heart. He came upon the Forest Monster shortly thereafter. Even
though it was sound asleep, it was the most ghastly sight that the
Cowardly Lion had ever laid eyes on. It was huge, black and furry. It
was filthy, too. Its putrid smell had the Lion reeling in spite of
himself. But he pressed onward. The snores of the ugly Monster revealed
its razor-sharp fangs which measured in at at least a foot long. Its
powerful legs were as muscular as those of a Hercules and were as big
around as a house and as long as the trunk of a tree.
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