Where shall I go from here? asks the dog.

Why bother? It is perfectly fine here in the sun, says the cat.

I don’t think it matters, if you have a mud wallow first, grunts the pig. 

Keep walking, pull your share, wheezes the mule.

All roads lead somewhere, offers the cow, chewing her cud.

The world is a marvelous place, declares the spider.

Come, sit beside me, here in the parlor,  

and I shall tell you.