“Barber, Barber, give me back my tail, or give me your razor!”
The barber could not put back the end of the monkey’s tail, so he gave him his razor.
On the way home the monkey met an old woman who was cutting wood for fuel, and he said to her:
“Grandmother, Grandmother, that is very hard. Use this razor and then it will cut easily.”
The old woman was very pleased with the offer and began to cut with the razor, but before she had used it long it broke. Then the monkey cried:
“Grandmother, Grandmother, you have broken my razor! You must get a new one for me or else give me all the firewood.”
The old woman could not get a new razor so she gave him the firewood.
The monkey took the wood and was going back to town to sell it, when he saw a woman sitting beside the road making cakes.
“Grandmother, Grandmother,” said he, “your wood is most gone; take this of mine and bake more cakes.”
The woman took the wood and thanked him for his kindness, but when the last stick was burned, the monkey cried out: