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“I wish I were a pickerel,” said the lazy fellow; “I wouldn’t have to carry in wood or pull weeds out of the garden, or feed the chickens, or get the multiplication table, or–or–do anything else;” and he gave one vast yawn, stretching his mouth so wide, and keeping it open so long, that it really seemed as if he never would get it together again. When it did shut, his eyes shut with it, for the fellow was too lazy to hold them open.

“Ha! ha! lazy fellow! lazy fellow!”

Larkin heard some one say this, and raised up his head to see who it was. Not finding any one about, he thought he must have been dreaming. So he just gave one more yawn, opening his mouth like the lid of an old tin coffee-pot, and keeping it open nearly a minute. Then he stretched himself upon the grass again.

“Ha! ha! lazy fellow! lazy fellow!”

This time there seemed to be half a dozen voices, but Larkin felt too lazy to look up.

“Ha! ha! very lazy fellow!”

Larkin just got one eye open a little, and looked around to see where the sound came from. After a while, he saw a dozen or more very odd, queer-looking creatures, sitting on the broad, round leaves of the water-lilies, that floated on the surface of the lake. These little people had white caps, for all the world like the white lily blossoms that were bobbing up and down around them. In fact, it took Larkin some time to make out clearly that they were not lilies. But finally he saw their faces peeping out, and noticed that they had no hands, but only fins instead. Then he noticed that their coats were beautifully mottled, like the sides of the pickerel, and their feet flattened out, like a fish’s tail. Soon he saw that others of the same kind were coming up, all dripping, from the water, and taking their places on the leaves; and as each new-comer arrived, the others kept saying,

“Ha! ha! lazy fellow! very lazy fellow!”

And then the others would look at him, and shake their speckled sides with laughter, and say, “Lazy fellow! ha! ha!”

Poor Larkin was used to being laughed at, but it was provoking to be laughed at by these queer-looking folk, sitting on the lilies in the water. Soon he saw that there were nearly a hundred of them gathered.

“Come on, Joblilies!” cried one of them, who carried a long fish-bone, and seemed to be leader; “let’s make a Joblily of him.”

Upon that the whole swarm of them came ashore. The leader stuck his fish-bone in Larkin, and made him cry out. Then they all set up another laugh, and another cry of “lazy fellow!”

“Bring me three grains of silver-white sand from the middle of the lake,” said the leader; and two of them jumped into the water and disappeared.

“Now fetch three blades of dry grass from the lining of the kingfisher’s nest,” he said; and immediately two others were gone.

When the four returned, the leader dropped the grains of sand in Larkin’s eyes, saying,

“Three grains of silver sand,
From the Joblily’s hand!
Where shall the Joblily lie,
When the young owl learns to fly?”

Then they all jumped upon him and stamped, but Larkin could not move hand or foot. In fact, he found that his hands were flattening out, like fins. The leader then put the three blades of grass in Larkin’s mouth, and said,

“Eat a dry blade! eat a dry blade!
From the nest that the kingfisher made!
What will the Joblilies do,
When the old owl cries tu-whoo?”

And then the whole party set up such a cry of “tu-whoo! tu-whoo!” that Larkin was frightened beyond measure; and they caught him and rolled him over rapidly, until he found himself falling with a great splash into the water. On rising to the surface, he saw that he was changed into a Joblily himself.