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The jackal answered: "Where is the lion? I am looking for him."
"Who is talking to you?" asked the lion, of the laborer.
"The 'nems.'"
"Hide me," cried the lion, "for I fear him."
The laborer said to him, "Stretch yourself out before me, shut your eyes,
and don't move." The lion stretched out before him, shut his eyes, and held
his breath.
The peasant said to the jackal, "I have not seen the lion pass to-day."
"What is that stretched before you?"
"It is a beaver."
"Take your axe," said the jackal, "and strike that beaver." The laborer
obeyed and struck the lion violently between the eyes.
"Strike hard," said the jackal again; "I did not hear very well."
He struck him three or four times more, until he had killed him. Then he
called the jackal: "See, I have killed him. Come, let me embrace you for
your good advice. To-morrow you must come here to get the lamb which I will
give you." They separated and each went his way. As for the peasant, the
next day, as soon as dawn, he took a lamb, put it into a sack, tied it up,
went into the court-yard and hung it up.
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