“Were you born stupid or have you grown so?” asked Digger impatiently.  Then without waiting for an answer he added:  “Thunderfoot was the Lord of the Prairies.  He ruled over the Wide Prairies just as Old King Bear ruled in the Green Forest.  He ruled by might.  He ruled because no one dared deny him the right to rule.  He ruled because of his great size and his great strength.  And all who lived on the Wide Prairies looked up to him and admired him and bowed before him and paid him the utmost respect.  When he and his followers ran the earth shook, and the noise was like thunder, and everybody hastened to get out of the way and to warn his neighbors, crying:  ’Here comes my Lord of the Prairies!  Make way!  Make way!’ And truly Thunderfoot and his followers were a magnificent sight, so my great-grandfather told me, and he had it from his great-grandfather, who was told so by his great-grandfather, who saw it all with his own eyes.  But that was in the days before Thunderfoot’s head was brought low, and he was given the great hump which none of his descendants have ever been able to get rid of.”

“Tell me about that hump and where my Lord of the Prairies, Thunderfoot the Bison, got it!” begged Peter, with shining eyes.  That there was a story he hadn’t the least doubt.

Digger the Badger flattened himself out on the ground, and into his eyes crept a dreamy, far-away look as if he were seeing things a great, great way off.  “Way back In the days when the world was young, so my great-grandfather said,” he began, “Thunderfoot, the first Bison, was given the Wide Prairies for a kingdom by Old Mother Nature and strode forth to take possession.  Big was he, the biggest of all living creatures thereabouts.  Strong was he with a strength none cared to test.  And he was handsome.  He held his head proudly.  All who lived on the Wide Prairies admired him with a great admiration and hastened to pay homage to him.

“For a long time he ruled wisely.  All the other people brought their disputes to him to be settled, and so wisely did he decide them that the fame of his wisdom spread even beyond the Wide Prairies and was talked about in the Green Forest.  The humblest of his subjects could come to him freely and be sure of a hearing and that justice would be done.  Big as he was and mighty as he was, he took the greatest care never to forget the rights of others.

“But there came a time when flattery turned his head, as the saying is.  Mr. Coyote and Mr. Fox were the chief flatterers, and in all the Great World there were no smoother tongues than theirs.  They never lost an opportunity to tell him how handsome he was, and how mighty he was, and how they admired him and looked up to him, and how unequaled was his wisdom.  You see, being themselves dishonest and mischief-makers, they frequently were in trouble with their neighbors and would have to appear before Thunderfoot for judgment.  Even when it went against them they praised the wisdom of it, admitting that they were in the wrong and begging forgiveness, all of which was very flattering to Thunderfoot.