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Anonymous

"Moorish Literature"

The little ones grew up. A jackal and a fox came to them. The
jackal said to the fox:
"Swear to me that the wagtail owes me a pound of butter."
The fox swore to it. The bird began to weep. A greyhound came to her and
asked her what was the matter. She answered him:
"The fox has calumniated me."
"Well," said the hound, "put me in this sack of skin."
She put him in the sack. "Tie up the top well," said the hound. When the
jackal returned she said to him:
"Come and measure out the butter."
The jackal advanced and unfastened the sack. He saw the hound, who
stretched out his paws and said to the fox:
"I am ill; come and measure, fox."
The fox approached. The hound seized him. The jackal said, "Remember your
false testimony."

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THE FLUTE-PLAYER
A servant tended the sheep of his master. Arrived in the meadow, he played
the flute. The sheep heard him, and would not browse. One day the master
perceived that his sheep did not graze. He followed the servant to the
fields and hid himself in the bush.


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