"Yes, Mrs. Jackal," called the Lion, "hand your husband the rock when he asks for it, for that is indeed a precious rock."
The Jackal let down the rope, telling the Lion to tie it tightly around his body below the forearms. When this was done the Jackal began to pull the Lion up.
"Brother Lion," called the Jackal, "that little bird down there is moving."
"Sister Jackal," cried the Lion, "have you the rock?"
By this time the Jackal's wife was holding the rock with a pair of tongs, for it was very hot.
"That's right," shouted the Lion, "hold that rock carefully."
"That terrible bird!" mourned the Jackal.
"Ha, ha!" said the Jackal's wife, "I'll drop this hot rock into your mouth, and then how you'll kick and claw the air!"
She tried to drop the rock, but the tongs would not open. She then tried to drop both tongs and rock, but could not. The tongs soon began to burn her hands. In trying to throw them from her, she fell from the tower and killed herself.