"This is a fine seat belonging to the Ruler of the Hares," returned she.
"I would like to sit on it," said the tiger.
"Well," said the hare, "wait till I can go and ask our lord to give you permission."
"All right, I will watch till you come back and will not kill you as I intended doing, if you get me permission to sit on it," said the tiger.
Now this was not a chair at all, but some hard sharp stones that the hare had covered with mud and shaped with her paws to deceive the tiger. The hare ran off a long distance and pretended to talk with some one and then called out: "The lord of the chair says, our lord the tiger may sit, if he throws himself down upon it with all his might. This is our custom."
The tiger flung himself upon what he thought was the chair with all his might, but the soft mud gave way and he fell upon the stones underneath and hurt his paws badly. He therefore sprang up and vowed vengeance on the hare that he could just see far off in the distance.
By and by as the hare was running along she saw a large wasps' nest hanging from the branch of a tree, so she sat down and watched it intently. When the tiger came up he was so curious to know what the hare was looking at so intently that he did not kill her, but instead asked her what she was looking at.
The hare showed the tiger the wasps' nest on the tree and said: "That is the finest gong in all the hill and water country."
"I would like to beat it," said the tiger.
"Just wait a minute," returned the hare, "and I will go to the lord of the gong and ask permission for you to beat it."