Once there was a great big jungle

　　THE LITTLE JACKALS AND THE LION[1]

　　[1] The four stories of the little Jackal, in this book, are adapted from stories in Old Deccan Days, a collection of orally transmitted Hindu folk tales, which every teacher would gain by knowing.  In the Hindu animal legends the Jackal seems to play the role assigned in Germanic lore to Reynard the Fox, and to "Bre'r Rabbit" in the stories of our Southern negroes: he is the clever and humorous trickster who comes out of every encounter with a whole skin, and turns the laugh on every enemy, however mighty.

　　Once there was a great big jungle; and in the jungle there was a great big Lion; and the Lion was king of the jungle.  Whenever he wanted anything to eat, all he had to do was to come up out of his cave in the stones and earth and ROAR.  When he had roared a few times all the little people of the jungle were so frightened that they came out of their holes and hiding-places and ran, this way and that, to get away. Then, of course, the Lion could see where they were.  And he pounced on them, killed them, and gobbled them up.

　　He did this so often that at last there was not a single thing left alive in the jungle besides the Lion, except two little Jackals, --a little father Jackal and a little mother Jackal.

　　They had run away so many times that they were quite thin and very tired, and they could not run so fast any more.  And one day the Lion was so near that the little mother Jackal grew frightened; she said,--

　　"Oh, Father Jackal, Father Jackal! I b'lieve our time has come! the Lion will surely catch us this time!"

　　"Pooh! nonsense, mother!" said the little father Jackal.  "Come, we'll run on a bit!"

　　And they ran, ran, ran very fast, and the Lion did not catch them that time.

　　But at last a day came when the Lion was nearer still and the little mother Jackal was frightened about to death.

　　"Oh, Father Jackal, Father Jackal!" she cried; "I'm sure our time has come! The Lion's going to eat us this time!"

　　"Now, mother, don't you fret," said the little father Jackal; "you do just as I tell you, and it will be all right."