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The Pigeon and the Crow
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  3. The Broken Pot ----»»»
  4. The Charmed Ring ----»»»
  5. The Cruel Crane Outwitted ----»»»
  6. The Demon with the Matted Hair ----»»»
  7. The Farmer and the Money-lender ----»»»
  8. The Gold-giving Serpent ----»»»
  9. Harisarman ----»»»
  10. The Ivory City and its Fairy Princess ----»»»
  11. A Lac of Rupees for a Bit of Advice ----»»»
  12. The Lambikin ----»»»
  13. A Lesson for Kings ----»»»
  14. The Lion and the Crane ----»»»
  15. Loving Laili ----»»»
  16. The Magic Fiddle ----»»»
  17. The Pigeon and the Crow ----»»»
  18. The Prince and the Fakir ----»»»
  19. Pride goeth before a Fall ----»»»
  20. Punchkin ----»»»
  1. Raja Rasalu ----»»»
  2. How the Raja's Son won the Princess Labam ----»»»
  3. The Son of Seven Queens ----»»»
  4. The Soothsayer's Son ----»»»
  5. How Sun, Moon, and Wind ----»»»
  6. The Talkative Tortoise ----»»»
  7. The Tiger, the Brahman and the Jackal ----»»»
  8. Why the Fish Laughed ----»»»
  9. How the Wicked Sons were Duped ----»»»
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ONCE upon a time the Bodhisatta was a Pigeon, and lived in a nest-basket which a rich man's cook had hung up in the kitchen, in order to earn merit by it.

A greedy Crow, flying near, saw all sorts of delicate food lying about in the kitchen, and fell a-hungering after it.

"How in the world can I get some?"

thought he.

At last he hit upon a plan.

When the Pigeon went to search for food, behind him, following, following, came the Crow.

"What do you want, Mr. Crow?

You and I don't feed alike."

"Ah, but I like you and your ways! Let me be your chum, and let us feed together."

The Pigeon agreed, and they went on in company.

The Crow pretended to feed along with the Pigeon, but ever and anon be would turn back, peck to bits some heap of cow-dung, and eat a fat worm.

When he had got a bellyful of them, up he flies, as pert as you like :

"Hullo, Mr. Pigeon, what a time you take over your meal! One ought to draw the line somewhere.

Let's be going home before it is too late."

And so they did.

The cook saw that his Pigeon had brought a friend, and hung up another basket for him.

A few days afterwards there was a great purchase of fish which came to the rich man's kitchen.

How the Crow longed for some! So there he lay, from early morn, groaning and making a great noise.

Says the Pigeon to the Crow :

"Come, Sir Crow, and get your breakfast! "

"Oh dear! oh dear! I have such a fit of indigestion!"

says he.

"Nonsense! Crows never have indigestion," said the Pigeon.

"If you eat a lamp-wick, that stays in your stomach a little while; but anything else is digested in a trice, as soon as you eat it, Now do what I tell you; don't behave in this way just for seeing a little fish."

"Why do you say that, master?

I have indigestion."

"Well, be careful," said the Pigeon, and flew away.

The cook prepared all the dishes, and then stood at the kitchen door, wiping the seat off his body.

"Now's my time!"

thought Mr. Crow, and alighted on a dish containing some dainty food.

Click! The cook heard it, and looked round.

Ah! he caught the Crow, and plucked all the feathers out of his head, all but one tuft; he powdered ginger and cummin, mixed it up with butter-milk, and rubbed it well all over the bird's body.

"That's for spoiling my master's dinner and making me throw it away!"

said he, and threw him into his basket.

Oh, how it hurt!

By-and-by the Pigeon came in, and saw the Crow lying there, making a great noise.

He made great game of him, and repeated a verse of poetry :

"Who is this tufted crane I see

Lying where he's no right to be?

Come out! my friend, the crow is near,

And he may do you harm, I fear!"

To this the Crow answered with another :

"No tufted, crane am I — no, no!

I'm nothing but a greedy crow.

I would not do as I was told,

So now I'm plucked, as you behold."

And the Pigeon rejoined with a third verse:

"You'll come to grief again, I know —

It is your nature to do so;

If people make a dish of meat,

‘Tis not for little birds to eat."

Then the Pigeon flew away, saying: "I can't live with this creature any longer."

And the Crow lay there groaning till he died.

The End.

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