This is the story of the hare who lost his spectacles.



Owl loved to rest quietly whilst no one was watching. Sitting on a

fence one day, he was surprised when suddenly a kangaroo ran close

by.

Now this may not seem strange, but when Owl overheard Kangaroo whisper

to no one in particular, ``The hare has lost his spectacles,'' well, he

began to wonder.

Presently, the moon appeared from behind a cloud and there, lying on

the grass was hare. In the stream that flowed by the grass -- a

newt. And sitting astride a twig of a bush -- a bee.

Ostensibly motionless, the hare was trembling with excitement, for

without his spectacles he was completely helpless. Where were his

spectacles? Could someone have stolen them? Had he mislaid them? What

was he to do?

Bee wanted to help, and thinking he had the answer began: ``You

probably ate them thinking they were a carrot.''

``No!'' interrupted Owl, who was wise. ``I have good eye-sight, insight,

and foresight. How could an intelligent hare make such a silly

mistake?'' But all this time, Owl had been sitting on the fence,

scowling!

Kangaroo were hopping mad at this sort of talk. She thought herself

far superior in intelligence to the others. She was their leader;

their guru. She had the answer: ``Hare, you must go in search of the

optician.''

But then she realized that Hare was completely helpless without his

spectacles. And so, Kangaroo loudly proclaimed, ``I can't send Hare in

search of anything!''

``You can guru, you can!'' shouted Newt. ``You can send him with Owl.''

But Owl had gone to sleep. Newt knew too much to be stopped by so

small a problem -- ``You can take him in your pouch.'' But alas, Hare-aca