The frog said: "Who conies to the east to make a noise at the house of the daughter of kings, and will not let her sleep at her ease?" "It is I, the vulture, son of a vulture, who steals chicks from under her mother." The frog replied: "Get away from here, father of the dunghill. You are not the one to conduct the daughter of a king." The vulture was angry and went away much disturbed. He returned to the turtle and said: "The frog refuses to come back with me. Seek someone else who can enter her hole and make her come out. Then I will bring her back even if she won't walk." The turtle went to seek the serpent, and when he had found him he began to weep. "I'm the one to make her come out," said the serpent. He quickly went before the hole of the frog and scratched at the door. "What is the name of this other one?" asked the frog. "It is I, the serpent, son of the serpent. Come out or I'll enter." "Wait awhile until I put on my best clothes, gird my girdle, rub my lips with nut-shells, put some _koheul_ in my eyes; then I will go with you." "Hurry up," said the serpent. Then he waited a little while. Finally he got angry, entered her house, and swallowed her. Ever since that time the serpent has been at war with the frog. Whenever he sees one he chases her and eats her. * * * * * THE HEDGEHOG, THE JACKAL, AND THE LION Once upon a time the jackal went in search of the hedgehog and said to it: "Come along. I know a garden of onions. We will fill our bellies." "How many tricks have you?" asked the hedgehog. "I have a hundred and one." "And I," said the other, "have one and a half." They entered the garden and ate a good deal. The hedgehog ate a little and then went to see if he could get out of the entrance or not. When he had eaten enough so that he could just barely slip out, he stopped eating. As for the jackal, he never stopped eating until he was swollen very much. As these things were going on, the owner of the garden arrived. The hedgehog saw him and said to his companion: "Escape! the master is coming." He himself took flight. But in spite of his exhortations the jackal couldn't get through the opening. "It is impossible," he said. "Where are those one hundred and one tricks? They don't serve you now." "May God have mercy on your parents, my uncle, lend me your half a trick." "Lie down on the ground," answered the hedgehog. "Play dead, shut your mouth, stretch out your paws as if you were dead, until the master of the garden shall see it and cast you into the street, and then you can run away." On that the hedgehog departed. The jackal lay down as he had told him until the owner of the garden came with his son and saw him lying as if dead. The child said to his father: "Here is a dead jackal. He filled his belly with onions until he died." Said the man, "Go, drag him outside." "Yes," said the child, and he took him and stuck a thorn into him.