The leap frog said nothing; but because he said nothing, people thought he was all the more clever. When the house-dog snuffed at him with his nose, he decided the leap frog was of good family. The old councillor asserted that the leap frog was a prophet; for one could see on his back, if there would be a severe or mild winter.
“I say nothing,” exclaimed the king; “but I have my own opinion, nonetheless.”
Now the contest was to take place. The flea jumped so high that nobody could see where he went to; so they all said he had not jumped at all, and that he had cheated.