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<h2><SPAN name="The_Pigeon_and_the_Crow" id="The_Pigeon_and_the_Crow"></SPAN>The Pigeon and the Crow</h2> <div class="figleft1"><ANTIMG src="images/image_0321_2.jpg" alt="O" width-obs="150" height-obs="149" /></div> <p>nce 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.</p> <p>When the Pigeon went to search for food, behind him, following, following, came the Crow.</p> <p>"What do you want, Mr. Crow? You and I don't feed alike."</p> <p>"Ah, but I like you and your ways! Let me be your chum, and let us feed together."</p> <p>The Pigeon agreed, and they went on in company. The Crow pretended to feed along with the Pigeon, but ever and anon he 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:</p> <p>"Hullo, Mr. Pigeon, what a time you take over your<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_224" id="Page_224">[224]</SPAN></span> meal! One ought to draw the line somewhere. Let's be going home before it is too late." And so they did.</p> <p>The cook saw that his Pigeon had brought a friend, and hung up another basket for him.</p> <p>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:</p> <p>"Come, Sir Crow, and get your breakfast!"</p> <p>"Oh dear! oh dear! I have such a fit of indigestion!" says he.</p> <p>"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."</p> <p>"Why do you say that, master? I have indigestion."</p> <p>"Well, be careful," said the Pigeon, and flew away.</p> <p>The cook prepared all the dishes, and then stood at the kitchen door, wiping the sweat 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.</p> <p>"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!</p> <p>By-and-by the Pigeon came in, and saw the Crow lying<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_225" id="Page_225">[225]</SPAN></span> there, making a great noise. He made great game of him, and repeated a verse of poetry:</p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">"Who is this tufted crane I see<br/></span> <span class="i0">Lying where he's no right to be?<br/></span> <span class="i0">Come out! my friend, the crow is near,<br/></span> <span class="i0">And he may do you harm, I fear!"<br/></span></div> </div> <p>To this the Crow answered with another:</p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">"No tufted crane am I—no, no!<br/></span> <span class="i0">I'm nothing but a greedy crow.<br/></span> <span class="i0">I would not do as I was told,<br/></span> <span class="i0">So now I'm plucked, as you behold."<br/></span></div> </div> <p>And the Pigeon rejoined with a third verse:</p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">"You'll come to grief again, I know—<br/></span> <span class="i0">It is your nature to do so;<br/></span> <span class="i0">If people make a dish of meat,<br/></span> <span class="i0">'Tis not for little birds to eat."<br/></span></div> </div> <p>Then the Pigeon flew away, saying: "I can't live with this creature any longer." And the Crow lay there groaning till he died.</p> <div style="break-after:column;"></div><br />

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