“Pull, all of you,” called out the Hare, and so saying he let go of the end of the rope and the Kyang galloped off dragging the Wolf and the Fox after him. In a few minutes they were both strangled, and the Kyang, shaking off the rope from his neck, proceeded to graze quietly on his usual pastures, and the Hare scampered off home, feeling that he had done a good day’s work. [[48]]
[1] Such a locality is described in the Tibetan language by a single word—a monosyllable. [↑]
[2] The Kyang is the wild ass of Tibet. [↑]
STORY No. VIII.
THE FROG AND THE CROW.
A Crow once caught a fine fat Frog, and taking him in her bill she flew with him to the roof of a neighbouring house in order to devour him at her leisure. As she alighted on the roof of the house the Frog gave an audible chuckle.
“What are you laughing at, Brother Frog?” said the Crow.
“Oh, nothing, Sister Crow,” said the Frog; “never mind me. I was just thinking to myself that, as it fortunately happens, my Father lives close by here, on this very roof, and as he is an exceedingly fierce, strong man, he will certainly avenge my death if anyone injures me.”