The golden moon flooded the whole country with its soft, mellow light, making the summer night most agreeable for party-gatherings and such like evening enjoyments. At the appointed hour a squad of cats from Pussy Corners assembled on the roof of a crazy building to pass the night in merry-making. But unfortunately, their songs and toasts consisted in but one strain of long-drawn, rasping “mew! mew!”
Now, as night advanced, the jolly frogs in a neighboring swamp happened to set up a most vigorous concert, which made the air resound with their monotonous “quarck! quark!”
The cats listened with utter disgust to the frogs and declared that none of them had a polished voice or a musical ear, while the frogs maintained that the cats did for certainly lack every trace of the art of singing.
This is a true picture of those people who foolishly claim that they know everything and know it all, and that everyone else understands nothing about the matter.