"What kind of shoes are
those?"
"Keep still, my uncle, these are slippers, boots, breeches, and clothes."
When he came to the girdle the lion said, "What kind of shoes are those?"
"My uncle, they are slippers, boots, breeches, and clothing." In this way
he reached the lion's neck. "Stay here," he said, "until the leather dries.
When the sun rises look it in the face. When the moon rises, too, look it
in the face."
"It is good," said the lion, and the jackal went away.
The lion remained and did as his companion had told him. But his feet began
to swell, the leather became hard, and he could not get up. When the jackal
came back he asked him, "How are you, my uncle?"
"How am I? Wretch, son of a wretch, you have deceived me. Go, go; I will
recommend you to my children."
The jackal came near and the lion seized him by the tail. The jackal fled,
leaving his tail in the lion's mouth.
"Now," said the lion, "you have no tail. When my feet get well I will catch
you and eat you up."
The jackal called his cousins and said to them, "Let us go and fill our
bellies with onions in a garden that I know.
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