This is the story of the hare who lost his spectacles.
Owl loved to rest quietly whilst no one was watching. Sitting on a
fence one day, he was surprised when suddenly a kangaroo ran close
by.

Now this may not seem strange, but when Owl overheard Kangaroo whisper
to no one in particular, The hare has lost his spectacles, well, he
began to wonder.
Presently, the moon appeared from behind a cloud and there, lying on
the grass was hare. In the stream that flowed by the grass -- a
newt. And sitting astride a twig of a bush -- a bee.
Ostensibly motionless, the hare was trembling with excitement, for
without his spectacles he was completely helpless. Where were his
spectacles? Could someone have stolen them? Had he mislaid them? What
was he to do?
Bee wanted to help, and thinking he had the answer began: You
probably ate them thinking they were a carrot.
No! interrupted Owl, who was wise. I have good eye-sight, insight,
and foresight. How could an intelligent hare make such a silly
mistake? But all this time, Owl had been sitting on the fence,
scowling!
Kangaroo were hopping mad at this sort of talk. She thought herself
far superior in intelligence to the others. She was their leader;
their guru. She had the answer: Hare, you must go in search of the
optician.
But then she realized that Hare was completely helpless without his
spectacles. And so, Kangaroo loudly proclaimed, I can't send Hare in
search of anything!
You can guru, you can! shouted Newt. You can send him with Owl.
But Owl had gone to sleep. Newt knew too much to be stopped by so
small a problem -- You can take him in your pouch. But alas, Hare
was much too big to fit into Kangaroo's pouch.
All this time, it had been quite plain to hare that the others knew
nothing about spectacles.
As for all their tempting ideas, well Hare didn't care.
The lost spectacles were his own affair.
And after all, Hare did have a spare a-pair.
A-pair.