The Two Poets

  Two Poets were quarrelling for the Apple of Discord¹ and the Bone of
Contention², for they were very hungry.

  "My sons," said Apollo, "I will part the prizes between you.  You,"
he said to the First Poet, "excel in Art - take the Apple.  And
you," he said to the Second Poet, "in Imagination - take the Bone."

  "To Art the best prize!" said the First Poet, triumphantly³, and
endeavouring to devour⁴ his award broke all his teeth.  The Apple
was a work of Art.

  "That shows our Master's contempt for mere⁵ Art," said the Second
Poet, grinning.

  Thereupon he attempted to gnaw⁶ his Bone, but his teeth passed
through it without resistance.  It was an imaginary Bone.