On the shore of a lake stood an artichoke with its
green leaves waving in the sun. Very proud of itself it was, and well
satisfied with the world. In the lake below lived a muskrat in his
teepee, and in the evening as the sun set he would come out upon the
shore and wander over the bank. One evening he came near the place
where the artichoke stood.
"Ho, friend," he said, "you seem rather proud of yourself. Who are
you?" "I am the artichoke," answered the other, "and I have many
handsome cousins. But who are you?"
"I am the muskrat, and I, too, belong to a large family. I live in the
water. I don't stand all day in one place like a stone."
"If I stand in one place all day," retorted the artichoke, "at least I
don't swim around in stagnant water, and build my lodge in the mud."
"You are jealous of my fine fur," sneered the muskrat. "I may build my
lodge in the mud, but I always have a clean coat. But you are half
buried in the ground, and when men dig you up, you are never clean."
"And your fine coat always smells of musk," jeered the artichoke.
"That is true," said the muskrat. "But men think well of me,
nevertheless. They trap me for the fine sinew in my tail; and handsome
young women bite off my tail with their white teeth and make it into
thread."
"That's nothing," laughed the artichoke. "Handsome young warriors,
painted and splendid with feathers dig me up, brush me off with their
shapely hands and eat me without even taking the trouble to wash me
off."
