The frog heard him and asked, "Who dares to rap at the door of a king's daughter?"
"It is I, the griffin, son of a griffin, who lets no carrion escape him."
"Get out of here, among your corpses. I, a daughter of the King, will not go with you."
He departed immediately.
The next day the vulture came along by the turtle and found it worrying before its door, and asked what was the trouble. It answered: "The frog has gone away."
"I'll bring her back," said the vulture.
"You will do me a great favor."
The vulture started, and reaching the frog's house began to beat its wings.
The frog said: "Who conies to the east to make a noise at the house of the daughter of kings, and will not let her sleep at her ease?"
"It is I, the vulture, son of a vulture, who steals chicks from under her mother."