"
The griffin replied, "I'll bring him back."
"You will do me a great favor."
The griffin took up his journey and arrived at the hole of the frog. He
scratched at the door.
The frog heard him and asked, "Who dares to rap at the door of a king's
daughter?"
"It is I, the griffin, son of a griffin, who lets no carrion escape him."
"Get out of here, among your corpses. I, a daughter of the King, will not
go with you."
He departed immediately.
The next day the vulture came along by the turtle and found it worrying
before its door, and asked what was the trouble. It answered: "The frog has
gone away."
"I'll bring her back," said the vulture.
"You will do me a great favor."
The vulture started, and reaching the frog's house began to beat its wings.
The frog said: "Who conies to the east to make a noise at the house of the
daughter of kings, and will not let her sleep at her ease?"
"It is I, the vulture, son of a vulture, who steals chicks from under her
mother."
The frog replied: "Get away from here, father of the dunghill. You are not
the one to conduct the daughter of a king.
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