No matter how hard he tries, he cannot leave home. The Tortoise, you know, carries his house on his back. The Wolf’s song ended suddenly, and as he ran, with the Dogs at his heels, he called himself a fool for turning piper to please a Kid, when he should have stuck to his butcher’s trade.ĭo not let anything turn you from your purpose. They recognized the song the Wolf sings before a feast, and in a moment they were racing back to the pasture. In the still evening air the Wolf’s piping carried far. Meanwhile, the flock was moving slowly homeward. The Wolf liked the idea of a little music before eating, so he struck up a merry tune and the Kid leaped and frisked gaily. But first please pipe me a tune, for I want to dance and be merry as long as I can.” Wolf,” he said trembling, “I know you are going to eat me. The Kid knew there was little hope for him. But not half-way, near a clump of trees, there was the Wolf! Then he started wildly over the field, bleating for his mother. The Kid shivered as he thought of the terrible Wolf. A chilly little wind came creeping with them making scary noises in the grass. Long shadows came creeping over the ground. A little later when he lifted his head, the flock was gone. So one evening when the flock started home from the pasture and his mother called, the Kid paid no heed and kept right on nibbling the tender grass. He assured the cobra that if he let him leave the well, he will bring frogs from other wells, so that the cobra would be able to satisfy his hunger.There was once a little Kid whose growing horns made him think he was a grown-up Billy Goat and able to take care of himself. The king of frogs realized, that only he among the frogs remained alive. He was hungry and wanted the king of frogs to send some more frogs. Even his close friends, and his son were eaten. The king of frogs realized his mistake for the cobra wanted more, so he could do nothing but watch the cobra eat all the other frogs. You are my friend, and it is you who have led me here, so you are responsible for my food.” One day, the cobra called out to the king of frogs and said, “There are no more frogs to eat here, only your friends remain. As days went by, the number of frogs went down and finally all annoying frogs were exhausted. Once there, he would eat one frog whenever he would feel hungry. The greedy cobra agreed to the friendship and followed the frog.
The cobra thought of his old age, and this offer was not good to be turned down. But you will have to promise me that you will eat only my annoying relatives and not my friends.” I will lead you to the inside of the well, and to the comfortable hole. The king of frogs assured, “There is a nice comfortable hols at the edge of the water, where you can sit and eat. How can I possibly get into the well? And even if I manage to do so, where will I be able to sit and eat the frogs? Go away!” The cobra enquired, “A well is built by layers of stone. I can lead you to the well, that is my forsaken kingdom, and you can eat as many frogs as you want” But I seek revenge on my relatives who have tormented me for years. The king of frogs replied, “Indeed, your words are true. He answered cautiously, “Who are you? Why do you talk this nonsense about friendship? Can timber and fire ever be friends? You are my natural enemy!” He suspected someone might be trying to catch him through mantra (magic spell), or maybe flute, or even herbs. He decided not to leave his hole and come out, for he suspected some foul reason. On hearing this, the cobra realized that it was not the voice of his kith or kin, but his natural enemy. He went to the entrance of the hole, and said, “My friend, I have come to make friends to you. He thought of a plan of having his relatives eaten up by the cobra. Just then, he saw a cobra entering his cobra. He sought revenge on his relatives, due to whose constant torment he had to leave his kingdom. One day, he climbed up the water-wheel and left his kingdom. His relatives were always nagging to him over small things, and he was fed-up with them.
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