He led the way to his home, and the Jackal followed him. As they drew near, Sharp-Sense, the Crow, called from the tree where he was perching: “Who is this number two, Friend Deer?”
“It is Small-Wit, the Jackal,” said the Deer. “He is lonely, and wishes to be our friend.”
“Friendship with stranger,
Friendship with danger!”
said the Crow.
“Nay!” said the Deer. “I like this rhyme better:
“Foe is friend, and friend is foe,
As our actions make them so.”