The Jackal asked, “Where is he washing?”
The Hare said, “Look there! He is washing at the river.”
Afterwards the Jackal went to the river, and said to the washerman-uncle, “Anē! Washerman-uncle, wash me too, a little.”
When the washerman-uncle, having taken hold of the Jackal’s tail, had struck a couple of blows with him on the stone, the Jackal said, “That will do, that will do, washerman-uncle, I shall have become clean now.” But the washerman-uncle, saying, “Will you eat my fowls again afterwards? Will you eat them?” gave him another stroke. Then the washerman-uncle, having washed the clothes, went home.
From that time the Jackal and Hare became unfriendly, and the Jackal said that whenever he saw Hares he would eat them.
North-western Province.
According to a variant, the washerman struck the Jackal on the stone until he was dead.