‘ All its body pains; there is no part without pain.’
‘ Well, what can I do? Make some gruel of red millet, and give to it.’
But his wife stared and said: ‘Oh, master, do you tell her to make the gazelle gruel out of red millet, which a horse would not eat? Eh, master, that is not well.’
But he answered, ‘Oh, you are mad! Rice is only kept for people.’
‘ Eh, master, this is not like a gazelle. It is the apple of your eye. If sand got into that, it would trouble you.’
‘ My wife, your tongue is long,’ and he left the room.
The old woman saw she had spoken vainly, and went back weeping to the gazelle. And when the gazelle saw her it said, ‘Mother, what is it, and why do you cry? If it be good, give me the answer; and if it be bad, give me the answer.’
But still the old woman wo
