THE ADVENTURES OF THE YOUNGER SON OF THE JACKAL
Now that the father and elder brother were both dead, all that was left of the jackal family was one son, who was no less cunning than the others had been. He did not like staying in the same place any better than they, and nobody ever knew in what part of the country he might be found next.
One day, when he was wandering about he beheld a nice fat sheep, which was cropping the grass and seemed quite contented with her lot.
'Good morning,' said the jackal, 'I am so glad to see you. I have been looking for you everywhere.'
'For me?' answered the sheep, in an astonished voice; ' but we have never met before!'
'No; but I have heard of you. 'Oh! you don't know what fine things I have heard! Ah, well, some people have all the luck!'
'You are very kind, I am sure,' answered the sheep, not knowing which way to look. 'Is there any way in which I can help you?'
'There is something that I had set my heart on, though I hardly like to propose it on so short an acquaintance; but from what people have told me, I thought that you and I might keep house together comfortably, if you would only agree to try. I have several fields belonging to me, and if they are kept well watered they bear wonderful crops.'