A gaunt Giant Lizard was almost dead with hunger when he happened to meet a domesticated Inix who was passing by.
"Ah, Cousin," said the Inix. "I knew how it would be; your irregular life will soon be the ruin of you. Why do you not work steadily as I do, and get your food regularly given to you?"
"I would have no objection," said the Giant Lizard, "if I could only get a place."
"I will easily arrange that for you," said the Inix; "come with me to my master and you shall share my work."
So the Giant Lizard and the Inix went towards the town together. On the way there the Giant Lizard noticed that the scales on a certain part of the Inix's leg was very much worn away, so he asked him how that had come about.
"Oh, it is nothing," said the Inix. "That is only the place where the giant hair is tied to me at night to keep me from leaving. It chafes a bit, but one soon gets used to it."
"Is that all?" said the Giant Lizard. "Then good-bye to you, Master Inix."
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