“I am eating my other eye, Uncle Tiger,” replied the Hare; “it is even better than the first.”
The foolish Tiger on hearing this proceeded to scrape out his other eye and eat that.
The Tiger was now quite blind, and the Hare led him along to the brink of a deep gulf, where he advised the Tiger to sit down and rest for a while. And after the Tiger was seated, the Hare said:
“Don’t you find it cold, Uncle Tiger? shall I light you a fire?”
“Yes, please, Brother Hare,” said the Tiger, “I think a fire would be very pleasant.”
THE HARE AND THE TIGER.
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So the Hare lighted a fire just in front of the Tiger, and when it was blazing up he kept putting the sticks nearer and nearer the Tiger, so that the Tiger was obliged to keep edging further and further away, when all of a sudden he toppled over backwards into the gulf behind. Now it happened that half-way down the [[3]]gulf a tree was growing from a cleft in the precipice, and as he passed this the Tiger seized one of the boughs with his teeth, and so arrested his fall. The Hare, peeping over the edge, saw what had happened, and he called out:
“Oh, Uncle Tiger, Uncle Tiger, are you safe?”