“Anē! O Lord who will become a thousand Buddhas [in future existences], I am very sleepy indeed,” he said.
“Why, Bola?” he asked.
“Last night I went to look at the fishes sporting on the land. Because of that I am sleepy,” he said.
Then the judge having become angry with the Jackal, says very severely, “Having beaten him, cast ye him out.”
This rascally Jackal having prayed with closed paws, saying, “O Lord, who will become a thousand Buddhas,” fell down and made obeisance.
“In what country, Bola, Jackal, do the fish who are in the water sport on the land?” the judge asked the Jackal.
The Jackal said, “I must receive permission [to ask also a question], O Lord. How does an oil-mill which expresses the kinds of oils give birth to horses?”
Then the judge, having become ashamed and his anger having gone, told the rich man’s servant to take away the horse.