Said the man, "Go, drag him outside."
"Yes," said the child, and he took him and stuck a thorn into him.
"Hold on, enough!" said the jackal. "They play with reeds, but this is not sport."
The child ran to his father and said, "The jackal cried out, 'A reed! a reed!'"
The father went and looked at the animal, which feigned death. "Why do you tell me that it still lives?"
"It surely does."
"Come away and leave that carrion." The child stuck another thorn into the jackal, which cried, "What, again?" The child went to his father. "He has just said, 'What, again?'"
"Come now," said the man, and he sent away his son. The latter took the jackal by the motionless tail and cast him into the street. Immediately the animal jumped up and started to run away. The child threw after him his slippers. The jackal took them, put them on, and departed.
On the way he met the lion, who said, "What is that footwear, my dear?"
"You don't know, my uncle? I am a shoemaker. My father, my uncle, my mother, my brother, my sister, and the little girl who was born at our house last night are all shoemakers."