So he turned away from them in disgust, and went home and wrote his story about the beautiful woman and the two helpless children, and he put something about the frogs into his tale. […] When he read the sad tale, her father wept aloud, and, throwing his arms about his daughter’s neck, gave way to his grief. […] When Mercury finished his tale, which he had told at great length and in a sleepy tone, he saw, to his delight, that at last Argus was sound asleep, with all his eyes closed.