up, up, higher, and higher, and higher. And the boys continued to sleep.
Taller, and taller grew the rock, carrying the boys upward on its flat surface until at last their faces were bathed by the clouds that floated in the sky. And still they slept.
For many moons they slept; for a whole snow.
In the meantime the people of their village missed them and began to search. They searched by the river, and in the forest, but no one could find the missing boys. There was great sorrow in the village.
None of the people knew of the great rock. Only the animals knew.
Then one day the animals came together, and they said, "What is to be done? The people are sorrowing because of the boys that are lost. Can we not return them to their friends?"
So the animals decided to try to get the boys off the great rock.
"You are littlest," said the lion to the mouse, "you try first."
So the mouse made ready and sprang as high as she could up the side of the rock. Just a hand-breadth she jumped, and fell back into the valley.
