But nightingales always go on singing, and never listen; that is rather their weakness.

Ours, carried away by his ideas, followed them with rapidity, without paying the least attention to the answers of his rival.
So after some talk and counter-talk, they agreed to refer their quarrel to the judgment of a third animal.

But where were they to find this third, equally competent and impartial?
It is not so easy to find a good judge.

They sought on every side.

As they crossed a meadow, they spied an Ass, one of the gravest and most solemn that ever was seen.