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Show POINT OF VIEW The first rays of the rising sun one beautiful summer morning woke a frog and a bat at the very same instant. The frog was siting on the mossy ground near a pool, and above him, head downward, the bat hung from a limb of a tree. The frog was about to croak a cheery good morning to the bat, but looking up, he insted exclaimed in astonishment, "See the number nine!" Sure enough, between them a large upright numeral was caught in the mesh of a cobweb. The bat blinked his eyes but instead of seeing a nine he saw a six. Amused at the frog's mistake he called back, "The figure is six, not nine." "It's proverbial that a bat, can't see," gruffly retorted the frog. "But I. can see; I see distinctly; and the number is six." "It's nine," croaked the frog in a tone of finality. Spreading one wing in a gesture of indignation, the bat cried, "Could you leap as far as this limb, which you can't, you would see that I'm right, and not doubt my word." As the clay grew warmer, they became more excited, and loudly they argued and quarreled until all the little creatures of the woods grew weary hearing first the bat, then the frog, saying: say-ing: "It's a six." "It's a nine!" , "It's a six!" "It's a nine!" "Six!" "Nine!" "Six!" "Nine!" ! Night came at last and neither the bat nor the frog had I changed his position since early morning. j Far above them in the cool tree-top perched a wise old i owl. Hearing the clamor below, he flew down to learn what was causing it. With angry croaking the frog told his story, and the owl, cocking his head, looked up at the numeral and saw It was nine. i Then up beside the bat he went, and listened to his excited ex-cited story, and his round eyes grew rounder as he looked down at the numeral and saw that it was six. "Silence," said he in a loud voice. "You are both right. It is sumply your point of view." Let this be a lesson: before you quarrel and argue, try to look at a thing from the other's point of view- |