wind blows from that quarter, to which side do you turn?'
'And which side do you turn to?' asked the heron.
The jackal answered, 'I always turn to this side.'
'Then that is the side I turn to,' remarked the heron.
'And when the rain comes from that quarter, which side do you turn to?'
And the heron replied, 'And which side do you turn to?'
'Oh, I always turn to this side,' said the jackal.
'Then that is the side I turn to,' said the heron.
'And when the rain comes straight down, what do you do?'
'What do you do yourself?' asked the heron.
'I do this,' answered the jackal. 'I cover my head with my paws.'
'Then that is what I do,' said the heron. 'I cover my head with my wings,' and as he spoke he lifted his large wings and spread them completely over his head.
With one bound the jackal had seized him by the neck, and began to shake him.
'Oh, have pity, have pity!' cried the heron. 'I never did you any harm.'
'You told the dove how to get the better of me, and I am going to eat you for it.'
'But if you will let me go,' entreated the heron, 'I will show you the place where the panther has her lair.'
'Then you had better be quick about it,' said the jackal, holding tight on to the heron until he had pointed out the panther's den. 'Now you may go, my friend, for there is plenty of food here for me.'
So the jackal came up to the panther, and asked politely, 'Panther, would you like me to look after your children while you are out hunting?'
'I should be very much obliged,' said the panther; 'but be sure you take care of them. They always cry all the time that I am away.'
