"Hold on, enough!" said the jackal. "They play with reeds, but this is not sport." The child ran to his father and said, "The jackal cried out, 'A reed! a reed!'" The father went and looked at the animal, which feigned death. "Why do you tell me that it still lives?" "It surely does." "Come away and leave that carrion." The child stuck another thorn into the jackal, which cried, "What, again?" The child went to his father. "He has just said, 'What, again?'" "Come now," said the man, and he sent away his son. The latter took the jackal by the motionless tail and cast him into the street. Immediately the animal jumped up and started to run away. The child threw after him his slippers. The jackal took them, put them on, and departed. On the way he met the lion, who said, "What is that footwear, my dear?" "You don't know, my uncle? I am a shoemaker. My father, my uncle, my mother, my brother, my sister, and the little girl who was born at our house last night are all shoemakers." "Won't you make me a pair of shoes?" replied the lion. "I will make you a pair. Bring me two fat camels. I will skin them and make you some good shoes." The lion went away and brought the two fat camels. "They are thin," said the jackal. "Go change them for others." He brought two thin ones. "They are fat," said the jackal. He skinned them, cut some thorns from a palm-tree, rolled the leather around the lion's paws and fastened it there with the thorns. "Ouch!" screamed the lion. "He who wants to look finely ought not to say, 'Ouch.'" "Enough, my dear." "My uncle, I will give you the rest of the slippers and boots." He covered the lion's skin with the leather and stuck in the thorns. When he reached the knees, "Enough, my dear," said the lion. "What kind of shoes are those?" "Keep still, my uncle, these are slippers, boots, breeches, and clothes." When he came to the girdle the lion said, "What kind of shoes are those?" "My uncle, they are slippers, boots, breeches, and clothing." In this way he reached the lion's neck. "Stay here," he said, "until the leather dries. When the sun rises look it in the face. When the moon rises, too, look it in the face." "It is good," said the lion, and the jackal went away. The lion remained and did as his companion had told him. But his feet began to swell, the leather became hard, and he could not get up. When the jackal came back he asked him, "How are you, my uncle?" "How am I? Wretch, son of a wretch, you have deceived me. Go, go; I will recommend you to my children." The jackal came near and the lion seized him by the tail. The jackal fled, leaving his tail in the lion's mouth. "Now," said the lion, "you have no tail. When my feet get well I will catch you and eat you up."