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"Take the hen," she answered.
He went to another old woman, "Hide my hen for me."
"Put her on the stake to which I tie my he-goat."
At night he took away the hen. The next morning he demanded his hen.
"Look for her where you hid her."
"Give me my hen."
"Take the he-goat."
He went to another old woman, "O old woman, hide this goat for me."
"Tie him to the sheep's crib."
During the night he took away the buck. The next day he claimed the buck.
"Take the sheep."
He went to another old woman, "O old woman, keep my sheep for me."
"Tie him to the foot of the calf."
During the night he took away the sheep. Next morning he demanded his sheep.
"Take the calf."
He went to another old woman, "Keep my calf for me."
"Tie him to the cow's manger."
In the night he took away the calf. The next morning he asked for his calf.
"Take the cow."
He went to another old woman, "Keep my cow for me."
"Tie her to the foot of the old woman's bed."
In the night he took away the cow. The next morning he demanded his cow.
"Take the old woman."
He went to another old woman and left the old dame, whom he killed during the night. The next morning he demanded his old woman.
"There she is by the young girl."
He found her dead.
"Give me my old woman."
"Take the young girl."
He said to her: "From the thorn to the egg, from the egg to the hen, from the hen to the buck, from the buck to the sheep, from the sheep to the calf, from the calf to the cow, from the cow to the old woman, from the old woman to the young girl, and now come and marry me."
THE MONKEY AND THE FISHERMAN
A fisherman went one day to the sea to catch some fish. In the evening he sold his catch, and bought a little loaf of bread, on which he made his supper. The next day he returned to his fis.h.i.+ng and found a chest. He took it to his house and opened it. Out jumped a monkey and said to him: "Bad luck to you. I am not the only one to conquer. You may bewail your sad lot."
"My lot is unbearable," he answered. The next day he returned to his fis.h.i.+ng. The monkey climbed to the roof of the house and sat there. A moment afterward he cut all the roses of the garden. The daughter of the King saw him, and said to him:
"O Sidi Mahomet, what are you doing there? Come here, I need you."
He took a rose and approached.
"Where do you live?" asked the princess.
"With the son of the Sultan of India," answered the monkey.
"Tell him to buy me."
"I will tell him, provided he will accept."
The next day he stayed in the house and tore his face. The princess called him again. The monkey brought her a rose.
"Who put you in that condition?" she cried.
"It was the son of the Sultan of India," answered the monkey. "When I told him to buy you he gave me a blow."
The princess gave him 100 ecus, and he went away. The next day he scratched his face worse and climbed on the house. The daughter of the King called him:
"Sidi Mahomet!"
"Well?"
"Come here. What did you say to him?"
"I told him to buy you, and he gave me another blow."
"Since this is so, come and find me to-morrow."
The next day the monkey took the fisherman to a shop and bought him some clothes. He took him to the baths and made him bathe. Then he went along the road and cried:
