The other took away the _dirkhems_ and departed, leaving the
first asleep. When he awaked he found nothing. He started in pursuit of the
other, and when he arrived he found him dying of illness. The latter had
said to his wife, "Bury me." She buried him. He who had first stolen the
money went away. He said, "It is an ox."
"It is I, my friend," he cried. "Praise be to God, my friend! May your days
pass in happiness!" Beddou said to him: "Let us go for a hunt."
They went away alone. Beddou added: "I will shave you."
He shaved him, and when he came to the throat he killed him and buried his
head. A pomegranate-tree sprang up at this place. One day Beddou found a
fruit, which he took to the King. When he arrived he felt that it was
heavy. It was a head. The King asked him:
"What is that?"
"A pomegranate."
"We know what you have been doing," said the King, and had his head cut
off. My story is finished.
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THE LANGUAGE OF THE BEASTS
Once upon a time there was a man who had much goods. One day he went to
market.
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