“‘What are you laughing at?’
“‘At you.’
“‘Why,’ said the jackal, looking back over his shoulder at the bag of bones that the birds had cleaned.
“‘’Cos you’re afraid of the birds, though the elephant gets out of your way and you can strike down the biggest,’ and the netikee laughs again.
“‘Who’s afraid?’ said the jackal.
“‘You are.’
“‘What! me!’
“‘Yes, you! I make my nest from your fur.’
“The jackal he bite, and snap, and howl, and then he say he’d only wished he had a chance of a fight with the birds.
“‘What’s that spot I see in the sky?’ said the netikee, looking up.