My Houy master was very interested in me, and as soon as I could speak the language, he asked me to explain where I had come from. "Well, master," I neighed, "I've come from a country on the other side of the world. And you may not believe this but in my country all the important people look like Yahoos. "But how is that possible?' he asked gently. "Your Houys surely wouldn't allow unintelligent creatures like Yahoos to control the country. It may seem strange," I agreed, "but you see, I was surprised to find that in this country the Houys are the sensitive and intelligent creatures. And if I'm lucky enough to return home, I'll tell my friends all about it. But I'm afraid they may accuse me of lying.' My master looked quite worried. What is lying? he asked. In their language there is no word which means telling lies, and my master had great difficulty in understanding me. I tried to explain. 'Oh,' he answered, still unsure. "But why does anyone tell a lie? There's no reason for doing it. We use language in this country in order to understand each other, and to give and receive information. If you don't tell the truth, how can people understand each other? l began to see how different Houy life was from what I was used to. "But tell me," he continued, about your country.' I was delighted to describe recent English history to him,