A Tale about A Jackal

A jackal once got a thorn in his paw. "Oh, Oh!" he cried as he walked along a road in the forest. "Then he met an old woman: "Please, dear granny," he said, "Pull the thorn out of my paw."

The old woman pulled it out. The jackal thanked her and went away. But in a minute he came back and asked: "Where is my thorn, Granny?" "I don't know," answered the old woman. "Who needs a thorn?"

Then the jackal began to cry, "Oh, where is my thorn?" He cried. "Don't cry. Here is an egg for you." The jackal came to a village and knocked at the door of the first house. A man opened it. "May I stay the night with you? It is late and cold, come in," answered the man.The jackal came in. "May I put my egg on this plate?" he asked. "Yes, of course, you may." In the night the jackal got up, ate the egg and put the shell back on the plate. In the morning the jackal asked the man: "Where is my egg?"

"I don't know," was the answer. Then the jackal began to cry,. "Your cat ate my egg in the night. I am sure!" The man felt sorry for the jackal and gave him a hen instead of the egg.

The jackal took the hen and ran away with it. He knocked at the first door and asked the woman who opened the door."May I stay the night with you? It is so cold outside!" "Come in, little jackal," said the woman."And where can I put my hen?" the jackal asked. "Let the hen stay with our goat," the woman said. In the night the jackal got up and ate up the hen. In the morning he said to the woman, "Let us go and get my hen." There was no hen,. There were only feathers and bones. The jackal began to cry, "Oh, my hen, my beautiful grey hen! Your goat ate it up in the night!" The woman was sorry for the jackal and gave him one of the goat's kids instead of the hen. The jackal thanked the woman and ran away.

He ran and ran and he came to another village. It was all most evening and he knocked at the first house, "May I stay the night in your house?" he asked the man who opened the door. "I am very, very tired." "Please come in," the man said. "Where may I put my little kid?" the jackal asked. "Tie it to the end of my son's bed," the man said. At night the jackal ate up the kid and put its bones on the boy's bed.In the morning he asked the man. "Where is my little kid?" They went up to the boy's bed. But there were only horns and bones

Then the man brought him a big bag and said: "Here is the boy. He is in the bag. Goodbye!" The jackal took the bag and went away quickly. He opened the bag and two big dogs jumped out of it! In a minute they tore the jackal to pieces."