In the morning the shepherd went as usual to let the sheep out of the fold, and found one of them missing. He thought directly of the puma, and ran to accuse him of having eaten the sheep. “I, my good man? What had put it into your head to think of such a thing? Have I got any blood about me? If anyone has eaten a sheep it must be my friend the stag.” Then the shepherd went to examine the sleeping stag, and of course he saw the blood. “Ah! I will teach you how to steal!” cried he, and he hit the stag such a blow on his skull that he died in a moment. The noise awakened the comrade above, and he came downstairs. The puma greeted him with joy, and begged he might have some of the famous milk as soon as possible, for he was very thirsty. A large bucket was set before the puma directly. He drank it to the last drop, and then took leave. On his way home he met the monkey. “Are you fond of milk?” asked he. “I know a place where you get it very nice. I will show you it if you like.” The monkey knew that the puma was not so good-natured for nothing, but he felt quite able to take care of himself, so he said he should have much pleasure in accompanying his friend. They soon reached the same river, and, as before, the puma remarked: “Friend monkey, you will find it very shallow; there is no cause for fear. Jump in and I will follow.” “Do you think you have the stag to deal with?” asked the monkey, laughing. “I should prefer to follow; if not I shall go no further. The puma understood that it was useless trying to make the monkey do as he wished, so he chose a shallow place and began to swim across. The monkey waited till the puma had got to the middle, then he gave a great spring and jumped on his back, knowing quite well that the puma would be afraid to shake him off, lest he should be swept away into deep water. So in this manner they reached the bank. The banana grove was not far distant, and here the puma thought he would pay the monkey out for forcing him to carry him over the river. “Friend monkey, look what fine bananas,” cried he. “You are fond of climbing; suppose you run up and throw me down a few. You can eat the green ones, which are the nicest, and I will be content with the yellow.” “Very well,” answered the monkey, swinging himself up; but he ate all the yellow ones himself, and only threw down the green ones that were left. The puma was furious and cried out: “I will punch your head for that.” But the monkey only answered: “If you are gong to talk such nonsense I won’t walk with you.” And the puma was silent. In a few minutes more they arrived at the field were the men were reaping the maize, and the puma remarked as he had done before: “Friend monkey, if you wish to please these men, just say as you go by: ‘Bad luck to all workers.’