In a few minutes he will run in here, and then won't I snap
him up!"
When the Jackal had gathered together all the sticks he could find and
put them round the mouth of his den, he set them on fire and pushed
them as far into it as possible. There was such a quantity of them
that they soon blazed up into a great fire, and the smoke and flames
filled the den and smothered the wicked old Alligator and burned him
to death, while the little Jackal ran up and down outside dancing for
joy and singing:
"How do you like my house, my friend? Is it nice and warm? Ding-dong!
ding-dong! The Alligator is dying! ding-dong, ding-dong! He
will trouble me no more. I have defeated my enemy! Ring-a-ting!
ding-a-ting! ding-ding-dong!"
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THE FARMER AND THE MONEY-LENDER
There was once a Farmer who suffered much at the hands of a
Money-lender. Good harvests or bad the Farmer was always poor, the
Money-lender rich. At the last, when he hadn't a farthing left, the
Farmer went to the Money-lender's house and said, "You can't squeeze
water from a stone, and, as you have nothing to get by me now, you
might tell me the secret of becoming rich.
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