The Story of the Old Jackal and the Elephant
"In the forest of Brahma[[11]] lived an Elephant, whose name was 'White-front.' The Jackals knew him, and said among themselves, 'If this great brute would but die, there would be four months' food for us, and plenty, out of his carcase.' With that an old Jackal stood up, and pledged himself to compass the death of the Elephant by his own wit. Accordingly, he sought for 'White-front,' and, going up to him, he made the reverential prostration of the eight members, gravely saluting him.
'Divine creature,' said he, 'vouchsafe me the regard of one look.'
'Who art thou?' grunted the Elephant,'and whence comest thou?'
'I am only a Jackal,' said the other; 'but the beasts of the forest are convinced that it is not expedient to live without a king, and they have met in full council, and despatched me to acquaint your Royal Highness that on you, endowed with so many lordly qualities, their choice has fallen for a sovereign over the forest here; for—
'Who is just, and strong, and wise?
Who is true to social ties?
He is formed for Emperies.
Let your Majesty, therefore, repair thither at once, that the moment of fortunate conjunction may not escape us.' So saying he led the way, followed at a great pace by White-front, who was eager to commence his reign.
"Presently the Jackal brought him upon a deep slough, into which he plunged heavily before he could stop himself.
'Good master Jackal,' cried the Elephant,'what's to do now? I am up to my belly in this quagmire.'
'Perhaps your Majesty,' said the Jackal, with an impudent laugh, 'will condescend to take hold of the tip of my brush with your trunk, and so get out.'